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and patriotic conduct in field and camp.
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Down by the valley 'mid thunder and lightning,
Down by the valley mid jettings of light,
Down by the deep crimson valley of
Richmond,
The twenty-five hundred moved on to the fight.
Onward, still onward, to the portals of glory,
To the sepulchered chambers, yet never dismayed,
Down by the deep crimson valley of
Richmond,
Marched the bold warriors of
Rodes' brigade.
See ye the fires and flashes still leaping,
Hear ye the beating and pelting of storm,
See ye the banners of proud Alabama,
In front of her columns move steadily on;
Hear ye the music that gladdens each comrade
As it comes through the air 'mid torrents of sounds,
Hear ye the booming adown the red valley,
Carter unbuckles his swarthy old hounds.
Twelfth Mississippi!
I saw your brave column
Push through the channels of living and dead,
Twelth Alabama!
why weep your old war horse,1
He died, as he wished, in the gear at your head.
Seven Pines!
you will tell on the pages of glory,
How the blood of the South ebbed away 'neath your shade,
How the lads of Virginia fought in the Red Valley
And fell in the column of Rodes' brigade.
Fathers and mothers, ye weep for your jewels,
Sisters, ye weep for your brothers in vain,
Maidens, ye weep for your sunny-eyed lovers,
Weep, for they never can come back again.
