Riding To Appomattox
Old Traveler steps out mighty proud
As we watch him paw and prance.
His rider, sitting poker straight,
Casts not a sideward glance.
In uniform immaculate
And saber at his side,
Old Bobby Lee looks every inch
Virginia's joy and pride.
We seasoned soldiers along the way
Send up our bravest cheers,
Although our hearts are sagging
And our eyes are dimmed with tears.
We followed him to hell and gone,
Through battles, lose and win.
And even now, without a word,
We'd follow him again.
For four long years we bled and died,
And cursed, and killed, and burned,
But now we've reached the bitter end,
Humiliation learned.
Our rifles, shocked like autumn corn,
Await the boys in blue.
We sons of Dixie gave our all;
There's nothing left to do.
Now Lee, he rides to meet with Grant,
On this black, April day;
To offer up his shining sword
And sign the South away.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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