"The Charge".
Not now, and not ever
will they honestly say
they encountered a coward
this third July day
We looked to the trees
by the wall far away
it was now time for fightin'
and past time to pray
We marched through the wheatfield
July ripened high
as if on parade
with our folks standing by
Some wanted to laugh
some wanted to cry
we dared not do either
this third of July
The cannons came first
as they plowed through our ranks
causing rivers of blood
with good men on it's banks
Our fears turned to angers
our sorrows to thanks
for yet a new chance
at those damned billy yanks
Over the fences
and then past the road
we then heard the roar
of the musket explode
New rivers were born
by the blood of the dead
but now the stone wall
lay but few yards ahead
Some felt the cold stone
of the wall 'fore they fell
others sent good yankee boys
straight to hell
Handfuls would live
with great stories to tell
of the great charge the world
would come to know well
Not now and not ever
will an honest man say
they encountered a coward
this third July day
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