Arlington - Poem by American Male
two miles from Gettysburg just a skip and a hop
we paid with young lives but held Little Round Top
by bullets and blood you'll remember us plain
we held charge after charge we're the Old 2nd Maine!
this is for Fredricksburg, watched many men fall
more than 10,000 killed alongside that stone wall
our canon a firin' cussed with Southern derision
we slaughtered 8,000 from Pickett’s division
so many in Grey died wonderin' what Lee was thinkin'
against the Blue fighting for Life Liberty and Lincoln
now when it was over, we carried our dead’s bones
and buried `em down deep under Arlington's stones
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