<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427830" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Libby Prison</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Air -- &quot;The Soldier's Orphan Boy&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Down south the Libby prison stood,<br>The rebel's filthy den;<br>Rebs in battle prisoners took -- <br>Of course our union men.<br>And our brave boys, hearty and hale,<br>To prison had to go,<br>And few have lived to tell the tale<br>Of misery and woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This prison was a horrid place,<br>Many brave boys died there,<br>In rags and filth and wretchedness,<br>They died for want of care.<br>Many a brave and noble man,<br>As he lay sick and sore,<br>Was thinking of his friends and home<br>He never would see more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fathers, brothers, young husbands dear<br>Went through that prison door -- <br>Some lived to return home, we hear,<br>And others are no more.<br>Many a noble soldier died<br>In Libby prison cell,<br>And comrades perish'd side by side,<br>As many a man can tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No loving hand was near a couch<br>To bathe an aching head -- <br>No loving friend to watch the hours,<br>Or soothe their dying bed;<br>No friend to wipe the fallen tears<br>From off the dewy face -- <br>No loving kindred was there near<br>To mark their resting place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Julia+A+Moore">Julia A Moore</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=427830" data-title="Libby Prison de Julia A Moore" data-description="Air -- &quot;The Soldier's Orphan Boy&quot; Down south the Libby prison stood, The rebel's filthy den; Rebs in battle prisoners took -- Of course our union men. And our brave boys, hearty and hale, To prison had to go, And few have lived to tel..."></div> </div> </div>

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