The Southern Girl's Reply

Anonymous

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 they were soldiers. The youngest of the three Was slain while fighting by the side of Gen'ral Fitzhugh Lee. Chorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! For the sunny south I say Three cheers for the southern girl And the boy that wore the gray. 2. My lover was a soldier, too, he fought at God's command, A sabre pierced his gallant heart. You might have been the man. He reeled and fell but was not dead, a horseman spurred his steed And trampled on his dying brain. You might have done the deed. Chorus: 3. They left his body on the field who the fight this day had won, A horseman spurred (spurned?) him with his heel, you might have been the one. I hold no hatred in my heart, nor cold nor righteous pride For many a gallant soldier fought upon the other side. Chorus: 4. But still I cannot take the hand that smote my country sore, Or love the foe that trampled fown the colors that she bore. Between my heart and yours there rose a deep and crimson tide My lover's and my brother's blood forbids me to be your bride. Chorus: