Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1896-05-08
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"'Nh "ho SNct AulIih CuSSe6 Gums a
foolih' roun' our flag,
But. thank Cod ther hSint no reasen
fur no blood-shed. vet in sight,
Nur fur two CRATE kins folks nashuus
toe so set the worl' atight
With the blastin' fires of battle, nur TO
loose Ole'Nick FUN welr
That's onlcss he's on'ey wanted, Jess
toe ring his caliin' bell
On them durn-fool pollytishuns, thet so
cruel tr fin ar,
Is w'od low po' ig'nunt people's Stun
blin onct ogin to wah.
Wen, my comfeds. pears yo haint quit
of yo' ole tricks even yet;
Go n crowdiu' on the Yankees jess es
nigh esyo' is let;
Living on ther cloes en- rashuns, en- the
best uv al theyse got,
Nur in ginrul, too perticular, Of yo'
them rashuns hot.
T'wurnt SO pgun bad, ther grub wurnt.
them ole days, fur sich es we,
Tho they mostly MKT ther ginger,
stingin sharp en- pJw'rfnl free.
Fur they wus peart fghtin men, too; en-
| teckun we uns still,
haint furgot our frolic with 'em, clim-
bin Summitury Hin
Same, back yander- e.
But, by jingo! What's this pro-
jickin L SEQ
No' dun tixt hyar. es they tell me, FUR
remembrin Gin'rul LeeG
Pears. somhow, can't azackly, fairly
gree to soshate him,
With no sittin roun', full-bellied, in sto'
cioes, en- slick, en- trim,
Es that wurn't the kline o. pick nick.
w'ich his follyors mosly found.
When Marse Robbut tux EN- with him
fur toe goe rumpagin round.
CANT make hit out pursizely. Rekun
yo'-uns haintAGood Lawsl
Haint no need zoe meet fur dinin, nur
fur smokin yo' c'gyars.
Fur toe keep in mind, our Gin'rul--
OH hits only thoe, yo say?
SO hit pears yo've met 'bout 'on'r rim n,
his Butn.Day, this hyar wayY
Well! now, ef he mout jess jine us.-
tho th warnt his tie, by gum!
Sein' how whar foxes wud praise him,
war the las place thet he'd cum.
But up front, yo' bet he'd rastle, fast
enuG. whar duty'd call,
En- whar his boys wus iruhblod he'd be
thar, the fust of all.
Look haf clos'n yo eyes, yoll see
him-mor'n thirty years this light
Thar, astrde his critter, follerin, whar
his armys gwyne toe fght;
With his grave fac sort o. plesur'd en-
With dashin roun the eye,
Wen Ell an, en- wo ne on ragged Gums
his vetrum rompin by.
He mout feel they'sc kline o ruklus en-
war usin'up, too fas,
But he knoud iheyse gwine 20 hole on
whar he sont EN- tell the last:
Evin ef they wus out-numb r'd. En- ther
wurnt no news TO tell
Onct he hearn, break thru the frin, way
up frunt, the Rebel Yell =
Our Blue friends, in ginerul foun, 'em
Wen they'd wait emthartoC Creet.
Jess es , zen full o. bizn:s es is
hawks outer meat.
Reckulec, too, in the Wildness, wen
tux sharp on both hits flanks.
Our frunt line fell back, en- th ngs wus
swarmin-bIue with cheerin Yanks,
How he cum out, bilin angry, lookin
fine en- peart, en- large,
Plum hcllbent. to h ad the colyum, en-
make sbo' OF thet ar charge
Wen we drug back, 'thout advancin ho
war DUN struk, tell his rein
l kitch'd eh his hess. ''trav ler," tuned
en- headed roun agin;
Vile we shouted we wurnt budgin.
tell he'd git back safe toe rear;
Lord. how misty like his eyes got, wen
he hearn his chilIun cheerl-
Then he how'd en- slow rid Off, with
kline o smile, at fust,
But he laff.d out loud, wen we-upons
UP and made them Yankees dust
Wen he cum, that nite' whar l lay,
so'ley hut
o. Shucksl caint
Fairly specs no mo,-my ole eyes-en
my wu'ds, is CROWN faint
T-Whaf~.sfet whisp'rip?--I sh.na
rekunl Not no nsy. -. c.-.., ...,--j
So
Well-hyars howdyl--
'Praps ! mout then-Sich a
teenchy glass; onct mo-
Sho. thet struk clar thru the bulls-eyel
Whar wus wey
Our n'aul?-welll -
But reck'n I'll pull up hyar, sos to let
snm others tell
Their own 'speriunce, fur my talkin
bout him CANT no mo shut of
Onct hits loose then cricks in spring.
time wen the ice is melted sof'.
Sides wat goods ther en- my talkin' et