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Flag, Winter costumes, Guns, Category, Hats and artillery bombs." and it never happened...
Four ruffians break into my house. I shouted, "What the devil?"
I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle, and blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog.
I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads!" The grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms.
Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up.
Ah yes,
Just as the founding fathers intended.
Four ruffians break into my house. I shouted, "What the devil?"
I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle, and blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog.
I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads!" The grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms.
Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up.
Ah yes,
Just as the founding fathers intended.
Four ruffians break into my house. I shouted, "What the devil?"
I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle, and blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog.
I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads!" The grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms.
Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up.
Ah yes,
Just as the founding fathers intended.
Good job tho
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Rattlesnakes and alligators
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
Where cotton's king and men are chattels
Union boys will win the battles
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
We'll all go down to Dixie, away, away
Each Dixie boy must understand that he must mind his Uncle Sam
Away (away)
Away (away)
I wish I was in Baltimore
I'd make secession traitor's roar
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
We'll put the traitors all to route
I'll bet my boots we'll whip 'em out
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
Oh, may our Stars and Stripes still wave
Forever o'er the fee and brave
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
And let our motto ever be
Forever Union and for liberty
I hates the Freedmans Bureau, in uniforms of blue.
Braxton Bragg, On June Of 1862 He Was Put In Charge Of The Whole Confederate Army Of Mississippi And Won Both The Battle Of Chickamauga And The Battle Of Shiloh In Tennessee.
Fun Fact Eh?