Bring me a cup of good red wine
To drink before I die;
Though earthly joys I must resign,
I ’ll breathe no earthly sigh.
I ’ve lived a bold and robber life,
I ’ve had on earth my way,
For with the gun or with the knife,
I made...
O gallant brothers of the generous South,
Foes for a day and brothers for all time!
I charge you by the memories of our youth,
By Yorktown’s field and Montezuma’s clime,
Hold our dead sacred—let them quietly rest
In your unnumbered vales, where God...
