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.