Calm and composed as in battle he sat,
The gray-bearded man, in a black slouched hat.
Forced from it's scabbard, so pure and free,
Flashed the gleaming sword, of Robert E. Lee.
Roused from it's rest, by new battle's song,
Shielding the South's feeble, smiting the strong.
Guarding the right, avenging the wrong,
Beneath Virginia sky, til' the day he went home.
Hushed roll of the drums, the sabres are sheathed,
Old soldiers and new, can go home in peace.
New nation of hope, home of the free,
Once was this dream, of Robert E. Lee.
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God bless Robert E. Lee.