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We signed up in Little Rock
My brother Lester and me
To fight with James McIntosh
And the Arkansas Cavalry
The poster said we'd get a uniform
And seven bucks a week
The best rations in the army
And a rifle we could keep

When I first saw the general
I knew he was a fightin' man
He was every inch a soldier
Every word was his command
His eyes were cold as steel
Mac lived for killing and war
He took the lives of many
And the souls of many more

He lead us to Missouri
And we hardly stopped for rest
Then he made this speech and said
'We're comin' to the test
We've got to take Saint Louis
Before the Yankees do
If we control the Mississippi
The Federals are through'

They told us that our enemy
Would all be dressed in blue
They forgot about the winter's cold
And the cursed fever too
My brother died at Wilson's Creek
Lord I seen him fall
We fell back to the Boston Mountains
In the north of Arkansas

We cursed the general's name
Mourned the dead we left behind
And we had to carry the lame
I killed a boy the other night
Who had never even shaved
I don't know what I'm fightin' for
I ain't never owned a slave

So I snuck out of camp
And rode away from there
Hid in a barn with lantern light
The farmer said he didn't care
He told me the news the next night
The Yankees won the battle
And McIntosh lost his life

I hope you're burning James Mac
I''ve cursed you more
Than any other man alive
And I'll never mourn
I hope you're where you deserve to be
In the Devil's Cavalry

No Frills Challenge

By Mike Mezz

© 2019 Mike Mezz (All rights reserved)

 

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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