It’s the only thing we can do. Though some of us wonder⁠— Some of us try and puzzle the whole thing through, Some of us hear about Richmond profiteers, The bombproofs who get exempted and eat good dinners, And the rest of it, and say, with a bitter tongue, ‘This is the rich man’s war and the poor man’s fight.’ And more of us, maybe, say that, after a while, But most of us just keep on till we’re plumb worn out, We just keep on. We’ve got the right men to lead us, It doesn’t matter how many the Yankees are, Marse Robert and Old Jack will take care of that, We’ll have to march like Moses and fight like hell But we’re bound to win unless the two of them die And God wouldn’t be so mean as to take them both, So we just keep on⁠—and keep on⁠—” To the Wilderness, To Appomattox, to the end of the dream.