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So we wondered where Pixies gather
To plot a wistful scheme
On the banks of the Rapidan River
Near a box shack by a stream
They made merry with their little bowls
Give aid to the Yankee grade
Along with a little nursing
John Rebs from an Irish Brigade
Here they met sweet Cindy
And indulged in drinks and dice
Now and then a captured Reb
Could sip a sliver of ice
The battle raged so badly
Cold Harbor left us cold
Thrown at the deepest trenches
The muskets of the Southern bold
Old Emerald Isle sent her young'uns
Many wore the Yankee blue
But some were very southern boys
Felt a little gray was due
Older bars of Dublin town
Welcomed feasts so tried and true
The gathering spots wound the streets
A feast called Shella Rue
What better name for a gathering spot
While nursing showed it's due
Many men would pass this way
Many later paid so true
Riders sang "they be burnin' Richmond"
At last the end is near
A church bell in the distance
It's final chime so dear
Amidst the fading horsemen
Racing home to friendly view
Ole Dixie is finally falling
Put a torch to the Shella Rue
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