Eyes that reside in Southern skies
See the world, so differently
Bending minds to humbler times
And reminiscent most significantly
About the beauty of calmer days
When tomorrow came as expected
Not in persistence of blurred haze
In varied moments most reflective
Oh to feel that bright Southern sun
With an infrequent Northern breeze
When words spoken once, then done
“Thank you,” “Yes, Ma’am,” and “Please”
Frequented neighbors and our kin
With voices and help, never distant
Till brutal came, that Northern wind
Destroying the calm, in an instant
Whatever the reason, providence fell
The winds and breezes now yearning
Feed the fire, that forge the bell
Of Southern pride, now burning
-By Father Dabney
O I’m a good old rebel, now that’s just what I am. For this “fair land of freedom” I do not care at all. I’m glad I fit against it, I only wish we’d won, And I don’t want no pardon for anything I done.
