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DEVIL'S DEN (PARADISE SQUARE PT 2)

Marching away
through the heat of the day
Strides a broken young man
The ghosts still remain
from the men that he’s slain
By his own killing hand
Born on the streets
he grew up hard & mean
Raised in Paradise Square
But the blood and the gore
of this cruel Civil War
Five Points cannot compare

They gave him his pack
and his blue Union hat
And a gun to go with
The 4th Battery,
New York artillery
Under brave Captain Smith
They fought at Bull Run,
and defended Washington
Raining death from the sky
But when Lee headed North
our boy James was called forth
With a rallying cry

Just one more shot of whiskey,
it helps me to feel brave
With one hand on my rifle,
and one foot in the grave
There’s no hope of surrender,
but only to defend
Please say a prayer for 50 men
who held at Devils’ Den

They formed up their ranks
on the left Union flank
As they fired off their guns
The biggest of shells
caused a thunderous hell
When they roared at the sun
Scores fell down dead,
others lay there & bled
Bodies broken & maimed
Yet our hearts fell,
with that proud Rebel Yell
Through the smoke they still came

No help came our way
on that terrible day
& no call to retreat
Many men fell,
Captain Smith did as well
Braver than in defeat
The hot kiss of lead
fell across James’ head
as he fell to the ground
Yet as he lay he heard
that battle hymn
as his last dying sound

Just one more shot of whiskey,
it helps me to feel brave
With one hand on my rifle,
and one foot in the grave
There’s no hope of surrender,
but only to defend
Please say a prayer for 20 men
who held at Devils’ Den

Just one more shot of whiskey,
it helps me to feel brave
With one hand on my rifle,
and one foot in the grave
There’s no hope of surrender,
but only to defend
Please say a prayer for all good men
who fell at Devils’ Den

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