Joel Baker Dedication

Verses and Poems


Not for fame or fortune,
  Not for place or rank,
  Not lured by ambition,
  Or goaded by necessity,
  But in simple obedience to duty as they understood it,
  These men suffered all, sacrificed all,
  Dared all………And Died.


The Southern dead are sleeping, in a thousand Southern glens…

The moss and willow beckons, with the breath of Southern winds.

Though the blood stained cross of St. Andrew, is tattered now and furled…

They bore it high on every field, and over every ocean of the world.

It wasn't through their failing, that the gleaming turned to rust…

And the dreaming of a Nation, is enshrined within their dust.

Some would have their deeds forgotten, their monuments swept away…

But while Southern blood flows in our veins, those knaves will never see the day.

Teach your children of their story, of Battles lost and won…

They must keep memory's light burning, till Southern rivers cease to run.

The Southern dead are sleeping, in a thousand Southern glens…

From Texas to Ol' Virginia, and all points in between.

They fought for a Cause that was glorious, and just, and right…

Now it is up to us, my friends, to Carry On the fight.



"I hope the time will never come when any of my children, or their children, or their children's children will be ashamed to own that I was a Confederate soldier."
Capt. A. R. Danby, 32nd Texas Cav. CSA



300,000 yankees... lie in Southern dust.
We got 300,000 before they conquered us.
They died of Southern fever, and Southern shell, and Southern shot.
I wished it was 3 million, instead of what we got!!!


The origin of Taps is that a Northern boy was killed fighting for the south. His father, Robert Ellicombe a Captain in the Union Army, came upon his son's body on the battlefield and found the notes to Taps in a pocket of the dead boy's Confederate uniform. When Union General Daniel Sickles heard the story, he had the notes sounded at the boy's funeral.


There are no official words to the music but here are some of the more popular verses:


Day is done, gone the sun,

From the hills, from the lake,

From the sky.

All is well, safely rest,

God is nigh.


Go to sleep, peaceful sleep,

May the soldier or sailor,

God keep.

On the land or the deep,

Safe in sleep.


Love, good night, Must thou go,

When the day, And the night

Need thee so?

All is well. Speedeth all

To their rest.


Fades the light; And afar

Goeth day, And the stars

Shineth bright,

Fare thee well; Day has gone,

Night is on.


Thanks and praise, For our days,

'Neath the sun, Neath the stars,

'Neath the sky,

As we go, This we know,

God is nigh.



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