Uncle Josh's Punkin Centre Stories

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0039" id="link2H_4_0039"></SPAN></p> <h2> Who Marched in Sixty-One </h2> <h3> CAL STEWART, New York, Memorial Day, 1903. </h3> <p>I'VE jist bin down at the corner, mother,<br/> To see the boys in line,<br/> Dressed up in their bran' new uniforms,<br/> I tell you they looked fine.<br/> And as they marched past whar I stood,<br/> To the rattle of the drum,<br/> It made me think of those other boys<br/> Who marched in sixty-one.<br/> <br/> The old flag wuz proudly wavin', mother,<br/> Jist as it did one day<br/> When you stood thar to say good-bye,<br/> And watch me march away.<br/> So I stood thar and watched them<br/> Till the parade wuz nearly done,<br/> But thar wasn't many thar to-day<br/> Who marched in sixty-one.<br/> <br/> And thar wuz my old Captain<br/> And the Colonel side by side,<br/> And as they both saluted me<br/> I jist sot down and cried.<br/> And I thought about some other boys<br/> Whose work has long bin done;<br/> Soon thar won't be any left at all<br/> Who marched in sixty one.<br/> <br/> I heered the band play Dixie,<br/> And my old heart swelled with pride,<br/> A-thinkin' of the boys in gray<br/> Who marched on the other side.<br/> And when my time it comes, mother,<br/> The Lord's will it be done,<br/> I hope he'll take me to the boys<br/> Who marched in sixty-one.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />