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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427862" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>William Upson</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Air -- &quot;The Major's Only Son&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Come all good people, far and near,<br>Oh, come and see what you can hear,<br>It's of a young man, true and brave,<br>Who is now sleeping in his grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, William Upson was his name -- <br>If it's not that it's all the same -- <br>He did enlist in the cruel strife,<br>And it caused him to lose his life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was Jesse Upson's eldest son,<br>His father loved his noble son;<br>This son was nineteen years of age,<br>In the rebellion he engaged.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His father said that he might go,<br>But his dear mother she said no.<br>&quot;Stay at home, dear Billy,&quot; she said,<br>But oh, she could not turn his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For go he would, and go he did -- <br>He would not do as his mother bid,<br>For he went away down South, there<br>Where he could not have his mother's care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went to Nashville, Tennessee,<br>There his kind friends he could not see;<br>He died among strangers, far away,<br>They knew not where his body lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was taken sick and lived four weeks,<br>And oh, how his parents weep,<br>But now they must in sorrow mourn,<br>Billy has gone to his heaven home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If his mother could have seen her son,<br>For she loved him, her darling one,<br>If she could heard his dying prayer,<br>It would ease her heart till she met him there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It would relieved his mother's heart,<br>To have seen her son from this world depart,<br>And hear his noble words of love,<br>As he left this world for that above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It will relieve his mother's heart,<br>That her son is laid in our grave yard;<br>Now she knows that his grave is near,<br>She will not shed so many tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She knows not that it was her son,<br>His coffin could not be opened -- <br>It might be some one in his place,<br>For she could not see his noble face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He enrolled in eighteen sixty-three,<br>The next day after Christmas eve;<br>He died in eighteen sixty-four,<br>Twenty-third of March, as I was told.</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>
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Come all good people, far and near,
Oh, come and see what you can hear,
It's of a young man, true and brave,
Who is now sleeping in his grave.

Now, William Upson was his name -- 
If it's not that it's all..."></div>
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