Hand carved cradle, wooden floor,
...hewn from timbered oak,
"Four score and seven years ago,"
At Sumpter's Fort, death's evil sword,
...slashed the state in twain,
Shearing through the bond's of man,
...as had the brother Cain.
Two brothers born on cabin floor,
...shared cradle and a name,
Yankee Doodle, Johnny Reb,
...were not they one the same.
Mini-balls and sabre's thrust,
...a charge up Picket's Hill,
In fading light of evening's mist,
...Cain did his brother kill.
The flower of a nation,
...touched by Reaper's hand,
Yankee Doodle went to town,
...Look away, Dixieland.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 11-10-1999).]