Terry D. Sutherland

BE BRAVE, MY SISTER

Be brave, my sister, as you listen by the well
The gauntlet dropped and we gave ‘em hell
We marched in the morning and followed the sun
We caught ‘em without warning; had ‘em on the run

The cannons you hear are dangerously close
You must seek safety now in a Yankee outpost
Gather your belongings and travel with haste
The cavalry is close, horse soldiers you face

Run fast my dear sister, run swift and long
The infantry is near and they’re five hundred strong
Run like the wind, leave your belongings behind
Burn your old home leave nothing to find

Yankee cannons will greet them with canister and ball
There will be no safety; even behind a stone wall
We marched in the morning and followed the sun
We’ll march until morning ‘til the battle is done