Now I don't know about you, but when I think or hear anything dealing with the Civil War; I only remember the major battles, not this one here:
BRAVE ACTS OF THE CIVIL WAR
This is a story of the War between the States,
Some were lads, and some were mates.
The story is one we never hear,
We thought it far, but it was so near.
"It was a fort we needed to defend,
The victory was ours at the end.
In the sea, no boat was in sight,
Even within the moonless night.
Our fort was built in the doons of sand,
As the Yanks were coming, they'd land in our hand.
Fire we did when they came over the hill,
Rounds went off till I thought I was ill.
First came the blacks,
Charging bravely in their navy blue slacks.
After them came the rest,
To continue stirring up the nest.
As soon as it started, it was over,
We didn't think it would be so, never.
But what did my commander say,
It was clear, and plain as day.
`Build them a bench,
Build them a ditch.
Throw the bodies in the open trench,
Then move down wind from the stench.' "
So as we think of bravery,
There aren't few, there are many.
Battles are lost, battles are won,
Depends whose side your on.
It's not rescuing men, women from slavery,
It's not having news from the enemy.
It's not only a just,
It's a must.
It is bravery,
It is one of the many.
Many brave acts,
Brave acts of the Civil War.
