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stephen vincent benét - the opening of the battle of gettysburg كلمات أغنية

they came on to fish_hook gettysburg in this way, after this fashion
over hot pikes heavy with pollen, past fields where the wheat was high
peaches grew in the orchards; it was a fertile country
full of red barns and fresh springs and dun, deep_uddered kine

a farmer lived with a clear stream that ran through his very house_room
they cooled the b_tter in it and the milk, in their wide, stone jars;
a dusty georgian came there, to eat and go on to battle;
they dipped the milk from the jars, it was cold and sweet in his mouth

he heard the clear stream’s music as the german housewife served him
remembering the shenandoah and a stream poured from a rock;
he ate and drank and went on to the gunwheels crushing the harvest
it was a thing he remembered as long as any guns

country of broad_backed horses, stone houses and long, green meadows
where getty came with his ox_team to found a steady town
and the little trains of my boyhood puffed solemnly up the valley
past the market_squares and the lindens and the quaker meeting_house

penn stood under his oak with a painted sachem beside him
the market_women sold scr_pple when the first red maples turned;
when the buckeyes slipped from their sheaths, you could gather a pile of buckeyes
red_brown as old polished boots, good to touch and hold in the hand

the ice_cream parlor was papered with scenes from paul and virginia
the pigs were fat all year, you could stand a spoon in the cream
— penn stood under his oak with a feathered pipe in his fingers
his eyes were quiet with god, but his wits and his bargain sharp
so i remember it all, and the light sound of buckeyes falling
on the worn rose_bricks of the pavement, herring_boned, trodden for years;
the great yellow shocks of wheat and the dust_white road through summer
and, in fall, the green walnut sh_lls, and the stain they left for a while

so i remember you, ripe country of broad_backed horses
valley of cold, sweet springs and dairies with limestone_floors;
and so they found you that year, when they scared your cows with their cannon
and the strange south moved against you, lean marchers lost in the corn

- stephen vincent benet

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