The southern boys may longer lie|
On the first and fourth of sweet July
Our General Beauregard resound
For his southern boys at Richmond.
2. That night we laid on the cold ground
3. Next morn the burning sun did rise
4. As soon as the height we strove to gain
5. As soon as the heights we did command|
We fought the Yankees hand to hand
And many a hero there was slain
On the plains at Richmond.
6. And many a pretty fair maid will mourn
7. Thirty thousand Yankees, I heard them say
8. Their guns and knapsacks they threw down
9. Cease, you Southerners, from your hand|
Which from Yankees we cannot stand
Go spread the news throughout the land
Of the victory that was won at Richmond.
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