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I seen him at the fairgrounds
in a canvas tent
with his uniform and whiskers
a perfect southern gent
he took his stand
for dear role dixieland
world's smallest confederate veteran
he'd started out a lowly private
but rose to general
he brandished his toy sword at us
and give a rebel yell
he took his stand
for dear role dixieland
world's smallest confederate veteran
we all stood above him
but we were sore amazed
that so small a form
could hold a soul so brave
he preached against yankee gold
and devil government
& leapt a shetland pony
& galloped round the tent
he took his stand
for dear role dixieland
world's smallest confederate veteran
he remembered the surrender
big tears filled his eyes
he said that dammit War is Hell
but 'twas biggest time in my life
he took his stand . . .
some thought he was humbug
or a child in disguise
but when he sang Ole Johnny Reb
there was not a dry eye
he took his stand . . . .
