Southern Girl's Reply
By
I cannot listen to your words,
The land's too far and wide.
Go seek some happy northern girl
To be your loving bride.
My brothers all were soldiers.
The youngest of the three
Was slain while fighting by the side
Of Gen'ral Fitzhugh Lee.
"Hurrah! Hurrah for the sunny South!" I say,
"Three cheers for the southern girl,
And the boy who wore the grey!"
My lover was a soldier too,
He fought at God's command.
A sabre pierced his gallant breast
You might have been the man.
He reeled and fell but was not dead.
A horseman spurred his steed
And trampled on his dying head.
You might have done the deed.
"Hurrah! Hurrah for the sunny South!" I say,
"Three cheers for the southern girl,
And the boy who wore the grey!"
They left him lying on the field
Who the fight that day had won.
A horseman spurred him with his heel
You might have been the one.
I hold no hatred in my heart,
No cold or righteous pride,
For many a gallant soldier fought
Upon the other side.
"Hurrah! Hurrah for the sunny South!", I say
"Three cheers for the southern girl,
And the boy who wore the grey!"
But still I cannot take the hand
That smote my country sore,
Nor love the foe that trampled down
The colors that she bore.
Between your heart and mine there flows
A deep and crimson tide.
My lover's and my brother's blood
Forbid me be your bride.
"Hurrah! Hurrah for the sunny South!" I say,
"Three cheers for the southern girl,
And the boy who wore the grey!"
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