THE camps are thick in Dixie, And many a Southern town Smiles on the bright young soldiers, Clad in the khaki brown— They do not wear the rebel gray, Nor march in Northern blue, But that old flag flies o'er their heads, The flag for me and you! 'Twas hand-to-hand at Gettysburg, But hand-in-hand to-day— "Lean on me, Yank"-"No, Johnny Reb— I'll help you on your way—" In the North they all sing "Dixie," And North and South they stand, While the old "Star-Spangled Banner" Is rendered by the band! There'll be no Bull Run coming— So much for you, you Yank— And there'll be no Appomattox, Where Marse Robert's glory sank— Just as we fought at Shiloh, As we strove at Seven Pines, Our boys will charge to triumph, Our sons will hold the lines. Oh for the strength of boyhood, That we could strike a blow— Oh for the golden springtime Of fifty years ago! Our day is past and vanished— We may not face the guns— But we are sending, North and South, Our brown-clad fighting sons! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUGUST MOONRISE by SARA TEASDALE THE GROSS CLINIC by CAROL FROST THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. FAREWELL TO JULIET (9) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 28 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ALMANZOR & ALMAHIDE, OR THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA: PART 2. EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN SILENCE SINGS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 16. TO CALEB HARDINGE, M.D. by MARK AKENSIDE |