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                 At Chickahominy, Gains’ Mill and Old Oak Grove,
on the back of a great whiter charger he rode through gray clouds of cannon smoke and a rain of mini balls
Over the chill of the mighty Rebel yell…Robert E…Robert E….they cried
 for those marching souls in gray, that name lives on today
For Dixieland and that great man, all took a bloody last stand
And to the tune of the day, fought and died for the Confederate Gray
Robert E…Robert E…they cried and to that dying mass, that name brought dignity,
for the end was sure at last
Robert E…Robert E…they cried, clear across that crimson battle-line for those victors
 in blue that name rang true, a sense of fear and hidden respect for a man so revered
Robert E…Robert E…they cried, for even now a hundred years passed, his name lives on…even thought the Confederacy is gone
Forever, across the pages of history he will ride, like the wave of an everlasting tide.
 Jackie R. Kays
© 1964


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