Southern Soldiers, version 1

Southern Soldiers, version 1

Songs

This is a hand-transcribed text of the song titled, "Southern Soldiers." This version of the song is attributed to Mrs. Lou Brookshire, Kings Creek, N.C. 1968.

Bobby McMillon

Bobby McMillon Collection, Southern Appalachian Archives, Mars Hill University

Southern Appalachian Archives, Liston B. Ramsey Center for Appalachian Studies, Mars Hill University

1968

Mrs. Lou Brookshire

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English

Kings Creek, North Carolina

Southern Soldiers

Come all you Southern soldiers
Wherever you may be
I'll tell you of some troubles
That's happened unto me.

[tiny writing in right margin]
My name is nothing extry
And it I will not tell
But to all of you poor soldiers
I know I wish you well.

When I was only sixteen
I joined a jolly band
We marched from Eastern Tennessee
To old Virginia land.

Our captain he informed us
Perhaps he thought it right
Before we reached Manassas
We'll surely have to fight.

I saw the muskets glittering
The bullets round me hail
My heart sank deep within me
My courage almost fail.

I saw the smoke arising
It seemed to reach the sky
I thought this dreadful moment
Now is my time to die.

I saw the Indians coming
I heard them give a yell
My feelings at that moment
No mortal tongue can tell.

Mrs. Lou Brookshire
Kings Creek, N.C. 1968

Handwritten text on page 35 of a blue double-entry ledger.