This Hallowed GroundDear Lord!Again today I run across this Hallowed Ground
From our lines of safety to their earthen mounds.
Again I hear the screaming shell's overhead
And hear the Minie balls that strike my friends dead.
Lord! Dying dosn't fill me with dred.
For now I run where Angels fear to tred.I leap over the bodies of my dead friends
This terrible field where their life ends.
Up ahead I see the cannons smoke and flame
And see the shells that kill and maim
To retreat now would be a shame
I too must perish,this is not a game.This Hallowed ground is my last resting place
I have fulfilled my duty without disgrace.
My name is on the stone above
I sleep far from the ones I love
My comrades also sleep in this quiet grove
Far from our native hills and coves.We rallied around our States battle flags
We fought shoeless and in tattered rags.
We raised our sacred banners on high
Now discarded in the mud they ly
The freedom we died for is a lie
Over our States our banners no longer fly.Honorable men from every Southern state
Were sent to Gettysburg to kill men we didn't hate.
Once again the hallowed fields will recall the drum beat
Once again will echo the sound of marching feet
Once again Old Glory and the Stars and Bars will meet.
And the sound of battle once again will repeat.If I stand real quiet and listen, from somewhere down the lane
I can hear a long gone band playing Dixie's refrain.
And somehow through the mists of time I see the men in gray
With muskets at the ready they march into the fray
And I hear the Rebel call as on that fateful day.
And watch the cannon fire blow them all away.Over our States our banner no longer waves
And we are forgotten in our graves.
Soon Dixie Song will be banished away
Tear down the statues of our Hero's in gray.
Will the Star Spangled Banner no longer play
When the politicans take over the country someday?
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