The graves we dug in the pourin' rain
With enemy fire still a comin' down.
The mud so deep, feared I might be drowned
And laid 'side them who was done with pain.
And the thunder rolled,
And a baby cried,
And a soldier cried,
But I's feelin' bold.
Said: 'Yanks I'll shoot jus' cause they's down here.'
'Cept muskets waren't meant for colored men
Who's fit to dig but not to dig in-
To save our homes, all that we hold dear.
And the thunder rolled,
And a baby cried,
And a soldier cried,
But I's feelin' bold.
A gun I grabs from the Union dead;
'Twas loaded and cocked and good to fire.
I's aimed and fixin' to vent my ire
When a bullet exploded in my head.
And the voice of a Reb who knew me said:
'You can't trust a nigger with a gun;
'For sure, he'll shoot his Massah and run.'
And the thunder rolled,
And a baby cried,
And a soldier cried,
And so's I died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic civil war write here Hm, Just brilliant... Andy 10