Last 3 Stanzas of Dixie Poem

Descending the hill, they danced to old reels Most composed with a Southerner's pen Four years the blood spilled, half a million were killed But the States were united again Celebration complete, the Rebs left Tennessee The young soldier said, "Sarge, no more slaves Just one thing bothers me, they were already free From the bulk of those sent to their graves" And the sargeant replied as he gazed at the skies "It's the mighty and wealthy who rule And they get to decide, while the poor pay the price But it's God who determines the fool"