A Song of the Past


A Song Of The Past

Come people all, both great and small,
And listen to my song.
It may you all perhaps appall,
But it small not be long

If I should not you gratlfy[?]
Don’t give it condemnation;
But simply say the reason why,
He needs an education.

I’ll tell you now before I start
I’ve done but little writing:
In hearts and colds we bear our part,
And always find the fighting.

I with my story will proceed,
Which you will not admire
Unless you like to see man blood,
And in agonies expires.

We are led by the swift old nag,
In battles dread array:
Whose name is General Braxton Bragg,
I do feel proud to say

By old Reserrans[?] the Yanks were led,
With great poap[?] and splendor;
They being grandly clothed and fed.
But in fights moat tender

Old ropppy[?] marshaled all his hosts,
Close by Mr. freeber’s[?]
This mighty Bragg was at his post,
So they could come me[?] further

December last, the thirty-first,
In eighteen sixty two;
Many a Yankoo[?] bit the dust,
To prove our blood so true

I have not time more space to tell,
Of warm blood that spouted,
From Southern hearts that’s bravely fell,
When the fee was routed.

We drove them cross Stone river,
According to our, maxime[?]
When Rosey could not help but shiwar[?]
When he brought of Braxlon

But a simply for the want of men
We all did have to runs;
Which would have been beat in the end
If we had not began.

They did end the bloody drama,
Of eighteen sixty-two
When we came to Tullahoma, [?]
And stayed the winter through.

In April, twenty third day last,
In eighteen sixty-three,
General Bragg went out of histe[?]
Old Rossey[?] for to see

Near by the depot called wartraco[?],
We then most gladly halted
Those triouds[?] and neighbors to embrace
Who never had revelled[?]

No! thus dear friends we cant forget,
The life and memory perish:
We often think of what we eat,
Our bodies there to cherish

We hate to part with to be sure
A manna so gently noted;
Yet we do feel more secure,
Since he is promoted

Their good old buttermilk we drank,
It was the good old sort;
While others kept it till it stank
Who said it by the quarl. [?]

We these moved up near by Beech Grove
To catch them at their trick;
And so when Braxicon[?] made a move,
They “got” in “double quick”.

About this time Bragg did receive,
A call for part his man,
The slow old General to relive;
Who then was in’s pan

Good old Vickaburg[?] was deemed at last,
For we could not hold it;
And we do think they were too fast,
When they said he sold it.

Now old rossey[?] in our weakness
Seemed tremendous hold,
But General Bragg by his fleatness, [?]
Left him the net to hold.

So old “Rose” moved on our right.
His guns they did not rust;
And Braxton[?] thought (and well he might)
He would “get up an dust”

So on the twenty-third of June,
In eighteen sixty-three;
The people thought we left to soom, [?]
Good middle Tennessee.

They all were mad, I did surprise,
Oh! how they did rave,
Bragg would not make the sacrifice
Their Property to save.

I have not seen the like before,
Oh! there was awful sighter, [?]
For on our heads the rain did pour
For fifteen days and nights.

It was good fun to bear remarks,
From those disposed to grumble,
As we all grappled in the dark,
Or in the mud did tumble.

We then to chattano-ga[?] came,
After much hard marching:
Where we thought he’d raise his name,
Whom all were closely watching.

But ah! old “Rose” the sly old witch,
He put his men in saddle;
And so in sequence of which,
Braxton did sidesaddle

With sorrow great do I relate,
In eighteen sixty three;
It was about September the eight,
We left East Tennessee

And now to give old Rossy vent,
Though I feel sad to say it,
We to the state of Georgla went
Halsing at Laysayatte. [?]

Here we had them in a trap,
In quite a goodly number’
In the valley at Dug Gap’
But “Tommy” had to blunder.

So then we drove them back pal mell, [?]
With joy and delight,
As over solider there will tell,
Who saw the bloody fight.

Our colonel took an active part ,
He is indeed an officer;
We believe that Lowrey’s[?] heart
Was never known to fair,

A Colonel we have as truly brave,
As any ever saw,
Hard castle would spurm[?] to be a slave,
To Lincoln or his law.

But some do think him very tight,
We know the reason why,
He is disposed to do what’s right,
And fears the god on high.

Now old “Rose” moved by the flank,
In this he was defeated;
Bragg was up with his why prank,
So it was checkmated

Now from Virginia came longstreet, [?]
Followed by the good and brave,
His brother General for to great,
His country for to save

So Bragg orders issued one night,
Which filled our hearts with glee,
To think how soon we all should strike
To set our country free.

Safe he yanks these are troublesome,
The way is dark and foggy,
Yet I declare they shall not come,
South of Chickamauga. [?]

‘Twas on September the nineteenth,
Every thing was ready;
Our war-dogs showed their canine teeth
And held the Yankees sterdy. [?]

When our work for the day was done,
We saw our dead with sorrow,
And felt that victory must be won
On this field to morrow.

We were led by the gallant Bragg,
With all our ranks so full;
Before ould[?] war-torn flag;
The Yankees they did quall[?]

Now the battle had been fought,
The victory had been won;
Many a brave man had been shot
Defending of his home.

Here fell our gallant Major Karr, [?]
We saw the man was doomed;
To us the worst thing of the war,
He got his mortal wound.

We willing did give up the dead
Scattered in Profusion,
When the Yanks the field they fled,
In terror and confusion.

So Braxton gained a victory
On chickamanga’s Plains
Quite equal to old History’s
At bloody New Orleans.

“And now, you see, “old Rossey” thought,
with great acclamation,
“I do declare these Rebels fought
with almost desperation

“And now to whip them out I find
Is Quite too great a task;
Belive me, Abe oh so, kind
I now most humbly ask.”

Abe swore an cath [?]that all could foot “her”,
He’d uproot the weakly plant,
And substitute the megro-stealer, [?]
Old Major-General Grant.

Now Braxton did bring some to task
Who failed to do their duty;
In what they failed you need not ask,
We failed to get the booty

Some failed that day, thought not in heart,
And they were suspended,
But we believe, on Braxton’s [?] part,
It was for good intended.

One sunny day in sixty-three,
In do feel glad to say.
We came again to Tennessee,
I hope this time to stay.

Now, solider friend, a word to you,
By way of exhortation;
Your sweetheart says, “oh! see them through,
Then good my obligation.”

If you will think of what you said
When you went to court her,
You will through mud and water wade,
If rations do get shorter.

We know that everything is bent
To furies is supplies
And if we cannot get a tent,
We surely can the files.

But yet the cold bleak wintry winds
May howl a requlem, [?]
Around our start and hungry frames,
Yet we will stick to them.

Our memory now will linger fond
Around our cottage home;
But we’ll cheer up and not despond,
For better days will come;

Though our feel be bare and sore,
Our blood may mark the ground;
Our father done the same before,
And Independence found.

Let these desert and go at night
Who would mean soldiers prove;
But they will stay and do aright
Who do their country love.

And now my brave but sinner friend
It makes my blood run chill,
To think that you your life will end,
And the sinner grave will fill.

Some lonesome field may be your doom,
Your body they may sever;
Your noon be velled in midnight gloom,
You’d be undone forever.

Your golden sands will soon pass through
Time’s sure unerring glass;
Now think, oh! think! What you would do
If you should let them pass.

Oh! come this moment and begin,
While life’s sweet moments last;
Turn to the lord, forsake all sin,
And He’ll forgive what’s past”.

With all our prayers ascending high,
The god of truth will hear;
The day of peace is drawing sigh,
If we will preserve.

The time we serve we know is rough,
But then it can’t be long;
Abe soon will say it is enough,
We’ll now let them alone.”

Then, oh! them, that happy day,
When to our homes returning;
We to the God of hosts will pray.
With love our hearts be burning.

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