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194 Confederate Women of Arkansas

A soldier is the lad for me.
A brave heart I adore

And when the Sunny South is free,
And fighting is no more,

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I then will choose a lover brave

From out that glorious band,
The soldier boy that I love best

Shall have my heart and hand.

Chorus

And now, young men, a word to you,

If you win the fair,
Gro to the field where honor calls,

And win your ladies there;
Remember that our brightest smiles

Are for the true and brave,

And that our tears are for the one

That fills a soldier's grave.

Chorus—

—From an Old War Scrapbook.

POEM, TO THE WOMEN OF THE CONFEDERACY.

Raise the shaft, 'tis for our mothers,
Set its base with colors fair;

Furl the faded, starry banner

Round its staff, and leave it there.

Lift it where the earliest sunbeam
Drives the memory's mist away,

Leave it where the fading twilight
Lingers longest with the day.