I'm a good ole Rebel, now that's just what I am.
Your confederate marker came in today
I so proudly placed it on your grave
William E. Beard 1847-1928
They called you Willie, I call you GrandPa
You marched in the war between the states.
If I'd been born then, I know that I would
have been marching along by your side
I was born a few years late but my
red blood runs gray, I speak of you GrandPa with Pride.
Many times I have dreamed that I fought in that war
Side by side we marched along
As the evening shadows grow low and the
flames of the campfire grows higher
We would both join together in song.
Sometimes when the evening gets real still
I'm sure that I hear your voice.
Say get out the banjer, play for me boy,
Play me some Soldiers Joy.
Poem by Dixie Jones
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