<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345774" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Barefooted Boys</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the sword of St. Michael<br>The old dragon through;<br>By David his sling<br>And the giant he slew;<br>Let us write us a rhyme,<br>As a record to tell<br>How the South on a time<br>Stormed the ramparts of Hell<br>With her barefooted boys!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had the South in her border<br>A hero to spare,<br>Or a heart at her altar,<br>Lo! its life's blood was there!<br>And the black battle-grime<br>Might never disguise<br>The smile of the South<br>On the lips and the eyes<br>Of her barefooted boys!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a grandeur in fight,<br>And a terror the while,<br>But none like the light<br>Of that terrible smile -<br>The smile of the South,<br>When the storm-cloud unrolls<br>The lightening that loosens<br>The wrath in the souls<br>Of her barefooted boys!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It withered the foe<br>Like the red light that runs<br>Through the dead forest leaves,<br>And he fled from his guns!<br>Grew the smile to a laugh,<br>Rose the laugh to a yell.<br>As the iron-clad hoofs<br>Clattered back into Hell<br>From our barefooted boys!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345774" data-title="The Barefooted Boys de Anonymous Americas" data-description="I. By the sword of St. Michael The old dragon through; By David his sling And the giant he slew; Let us write us a rhyme, As a record to tell How the South on a time Stormed the ramparts of Hell With her barefooted boys! II. Had the South in he..."></div> </div> </div>

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