Now Sirs,
I see that we are all together as a band of brothers in arms. Stop looking at the barmaid, forget her winsome charms There's a story for the telling if 'ye have a taste for yarns.
Now in the civil war there were two generals you see, One was James H Lane, hailed from Indianee Fought in blue. Brigadier General Blue, and Yes, its true ... he was a Yankee.
Try to forget James H Lane? You can't if you're a reb. A raider at heart, not an honorable gent. His men he led To the massacre at Oceola. He burned the town then fled.
That would be a name, if you were a Lane No one would want, 'cept he was insane. And that's what happened to 'ol James Lane He put a bullet in his own head...or so they said.
Good thing is, this story does ends well, cause there was another Lane.. pray tell?
Be patient, be patient. Bar tender! Can't you see the tongues are dry! On the double! No whos or whens or why!
Yes, there was a Lane who fought for Dixie 'Little Jim they called him. No pixie was he Bullets couldn't keep him down, not three Wounded aplenty but no lack of fight was 'Little Jim
He saw Seven Days, Antietam, Bull Run, At Gettysburg he lost half his brigade, brave men Then Overland, Cold Harbor, more war till the end
Sirs! I give you 'Little Jim! Now he was a Lane, The right kind of Lane, I'm proud to call him kin!
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