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BROTHER GREEN Sung by: Ollie Gilbert Recorded in Mountain View, AR by George Fisher Click here to listen to the original recording Ms. Gilbert: "'Brother Green.'" Fisher: "And that's an old one, too." Gilbert: "That's an old . . . That's an old, real old song." Fisher: "Civil War . . ." Gilbert: "Civil War. The old Civil War song.") Oh, Brother Green, do come to me, For I am shot and bleeding, And here I am, no more to see My wife and my little children. The Southern foe has laid me low, On this cold ground to suffer. Stay, brother, stay, and lay me away, And write my wife a letter. Tell her, do not grieve For the loss of her poor husband. Tell her that I did die A-fighting for her freedom. My little children . . . my heart If I could once more see them. Them away there in Alabama, And me away here in Georgia. Tell her to treat them right, And raise them up for Heaven, That they may love and serve the Lord; Their sins will be forgiven. Oh, tell sister Nancy, do not grieve For the loss of her poor brother. Tell her that we’ll meet on high And see our dear old mother. Also found in Randolph, Vol. II, #211; Brown, Vol. III, #393; Belden, p. 377. |
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