Isnt it similer to Islam? I thought they were promised all these outragus things in the after life as well. By the way I know the word means 'God wind or Divine wind'.
SOUTHERN SOLDIER BOY Not sure of the author, but Kathy Mattea does a great version of this song:Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart's name,He's off to the wars and gone;He's fighting for his Nanny dear,His sword is buckled on, He's fighting for his own true love;His foes he does defy;He is the darling of my heart,My Southern soldier boy.When Bob comes home from war's alarms,We'll start anew in life;I'll give myself right up to him,A dutiful, loving wife.I'll try my best to please my dear,For he is my only joy,He is the darling of my heart, My Southern soldier boy. Oh, if in battle he were slain,I know that I would die,But I am sure he'll come againTo cheer my weeping eye. But should he fall in this our glorious cause,He still would be my joy,For many a sweetheart mourns the lossOf her Southern soldier boy. I hope for the best, and so do allWhose hopes are in the field;I know that we shall win the dayFor Southrons never yield. And when we think of those who are away,We look above for joy,And I'm mighty glad that my Bobby isA Southern soldier boy.
I accidentally deleted the xoops tables from the database. I think I accidentally checked them in phpmyadmin and dropped them when I dropped the tables from some software I was trying out. I share the tables on databases sometimes and in this case I must have gotten them mixed up. I'll post an announcement where your members can gather in the event this site goes down. I think what I have setup now will be better. 😉
WE ARE COMING, FATHER ABRAHAMWords by James Sloan GibbonsMusic L.O. EmersonWe are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more,From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's shore.We leave our plows and workshops, our wives and children dear,With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent tear.We dare not look behind us but steadfastly before.We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more!CHORUS: We are coming, we are coming our Union to restore,We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more!If you look across the hilltops that meet the northern sky,Long moving lines of rising dust your vision may descry;And now the wind, an instant, tears the cloudy veil aside,And floats aloft our spangled flag in glory and in pride;And bayonets in the sunlight gleam, and bands brave music pour,We are coming, father Abr'am, three hundred thousand more!If you look up all our valleys where the growing harvests shine,You may see our sturdy farmer boys fast forming into line;And children from their mother's knees are pulling at the weeds ,And learning how to reap and sow against their country's needs;And a farewell group stands weeping at every cottage door,We are coming, Father Abr'am, three hundred thousand more!You have called us, and we're coming by Richmond's bloody tide, To lay us down for freedom's sake, our brothers' bones beside;Or from foul treason's savage group, to wrench the murderous blade;And in the face of foreign foes its fragments to parade. Six hundred thousand loyal men and true have gone before,We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more!
The "lawmen" of the day were often as ruthless and cruel as the outlaws they chased.....which isn't a surprise I guess since it takes a certain type of man to chase after a man who kills or breaks the law for a living. 😀
Some had even ridden the outlaw trail themselves before becoming lawmen.
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