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 thought best.
Your vines and flowers learned long since to forgive,
And o’er their...
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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 mankind obey.My mother’s name, my father’s race,
Though he was false, she true,...