Oh say can you see by the dawn's eary light
By Gene Ladnier
This is what an old Rebel from Mississippi would say about today's fight against terror:
Yes sir, I fought with Stonewall, and faced the fight with Bobby Lee; but now this Union's gone to war, make one more gun for me!
I didn't shrink from Sherman, as he galloped to the sea, but now this Union's gone to war, make one more gun for me!
I was with'em at Manassas, the bully boys in gray, I heard the thunder roaring, round Stonewall Jackson's way. And many times this sword of mine, has blazed the way for Bobby Lee, but now this Union's gone to war, make one more gun for me!
I'm not so full of o' fighting, nor half so full o' fun, as I was back in the sixties, when I shouldered my old gun. It may be that my hair is white-such things you know must be, but now this Union's gone to war, make one more gun for me!
I ain't forgot my raisin' nor how in sixty two, or thereabouts with battle shouts, I charged the boys in blue.
And I say, I fought with Stonewall, and blazed the way for Bobby Lee, but now this Union's gone to war, make one more gun for me!
This is the answer to that old Reb from a New York Yankee:
Just make it two, old fellow, I want to stand once more, beneath the old flag with you, as in the days of yore. Our fathers stood together, and fought on land and sea, the battles fierce that made us, a nation of the free.
I whipped you down at Vicksburg, you licked me at Bull Run, on many a field we struggled, when neither a victory won. You wore the Gray of Southland, I wore the Northern Blue; like men we did our duty, when the screaming bullets flew.
Four years we fought like devils, but when the war was done, your hand met mine in friendly clasp, our two hearts beat as one.
No North, No South, for us we know, once more we stand together, to fight one common foe.
My head, like yours, is frosty - old age is creeping in; Life's sun is slowly sinking, my days are soon to end.
But if our country's honor, needs once again her son, I'm ready too, old fellow - so get another gun!
And then a British Red Coat answers each in turn:
We fought two hundred years ago, at Yorktown and places in between, your fight was for the Colonies, I fought for the English King.
With Washington you made your stand, with Cornwallis I did as well, but now that terror has hit us all, we've joined to give them hell!
United in a common cause, two nations fight as one; we'll show the terrorist that our war, has really just begun.
For when the evil deeds were done, and the graceful towers fell, for now that terror has hit us all, we've joined to give them hell!
You wore Blue, and some wore Gray, and I've worn my Red with pride, and now that the war on terror has begun, they'll find no place to hide.
For now at last a common foe, we join to fight my friends, and I'll stand faithfully by your side, until the terror ends.
And when you make those guns, in your fight for liberty, you'd better count me in, make one more gun for me!
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