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Johnny and Luke were brothers
but fought on different sides,
one would see the sun go down
and the other brother would die.
Fate stepped in to greet them
on that cold and cloudy day,
for one wore the union blue
the other the confederate grey.
With rifles held bayonets fixed
they could hear the bugle call,
marching on over sodden fields
the young soldiers began to fall.
Johnny soon led the union charge
high upon his galloping steed,
his sabre thrust towards the foe
onwards no mercy his plead.
Behind a fallen tree from view
Luke raised his heavy rifle high.
his eyes fixed upon the horseman
this cavalier that's about to die.
But Luke he just could't shoot
and soon he understood why,
as the horse drew ever near
young Luke began to cry.
He knew he'd never take the life
of his brother that fateful day,
so he lowered his loaded rifle
turned around and walked away.
All Johnny saw was the grey attire
the fleeing colours of his enemy,
his sword struck upon the head
and young Luke than ceased to be.
Johnny never heard from Luke again
though the war had long passed by,
he often wondered if Luke still lived
or on some battlefield he died.
but fought on different sides,
one would see the sun go down
and the other brother would die.
Fate stepped in to greet them
on that cold and cloudy day,
for one wore the union blue
the other the confederate grey.
With rifles held bayonets fixed
they could hear the bugle call,
marching on over sodden fields
the young soldiers began to fall.
Johnny soon led the union charge
high upon his galloping steed,
his sabre thrust towards the foe
onwards no mercy his plead.
Behind a fallen tree from view
Luke raised his heavy rifle high.
his eyes fixed upon the horseman
this cavalier that's about to die.
But Luke he just could't shoot
and soon he understood why,
as the horse drew ever near
young Luke began to cry.
He knew he'd never take the life
of his brother that fateful day,
so he lowered his loaded rifle
turned around and walked away.
All Johnny saw was the grey attire
the fleeing colours of his enemy,
his sword struck upon the head
and young Luke than ceased to be.
Johnny never heard from Luke again
though the war had long passed by,
he often wondered if Luke still lived
or on some battlefield he died.
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Brothers till the end.
Brothers till the end.