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(MILITARY DRUMS, in the distance. Then an explosive clang from the orchestra and the lights rise on a verdant field in the small town of Marietta, Georgia, twenty miles from Atlanta. A picturesque and glorious field, with beautiful red hills far off behind it.There is also a large, full oak tree occupying much of stage left. This is a significant tree, and a significant field in our play, but we will not see Marietta again until the second to last scene.)
(The year is 1862. A Confederate YOUNG SOLDIER stands alone in the field, facing us. He is newly enlisted, his uniform is crisp, his pack is full. He stands still, and sings:)

YOUNG SOLDIER
FARE WELL, MY LILA. I'LL WRITE EV’RY EVENIN’.
I'VE CARVED OUR NAMES IN THE TRUNK OF THIS TREE.
FARE WELL, MY LILA. I MISS YOU ALREADY,
AND DREAM OF THE DAY WHEN I'LL HOLD YOU AGAIN
IN A HOME SAFE FROM FEAR, WHEN THE SOUTHLAND IS FREE.
I GO TO FIGHT FOR THESE OLD HILLS BEHIND ME,
THESE OLD RED HILLS OF HOME.
I GO TO FIGHT FOR THESE OLD HILLS REMIND ME
OF A WAY OF LIFE THAT'S PURE—
OF THE TRUTH THAT MUST ENDURE—
IN A TOWN CALLED MARIETTA
IN THE OLD RED HILLS OF HOME.
PRAY ON THIS DAY AS I JOURNEY BEYOND THEM,
THESE OLD RED HILLS OF HOME:
LET ALL THE BLOOD OF THE NORTH SPILL UPON THEM
'TIL THEY'VE PAID FOR WHAT THEY'VE WROUGHT,
TAKEN BACK THE LIES THEY'VE TAUGHT,
AND THERE'S PEACE IN MARIETTA
AND WE'RE SAFE AGAIN IN GEORGIA
IN THE LAND WHERE HONOR LIVES AND BREATHES:
THE OLD RED HILLS OF HOME!
FAREWELL, MY LILA. FAREWELL...

OLD SOLDIER
LOOK THERE, MY LILA,
THEY CALL ME TO TELL IT:
THE LIVES THAT WE LED
WHEN THE SOUTHLAND WAS FREE.
WE GAVE OUR LIVES FOR THE OLD HILLS OF GEORGIA,
THE OLD RED HILLS OF HOME.
NOT MUCH SURVIVES OF THE OLD HILLS OF GEORGIA,
BUT I CLOSE MY EYES AND HEAR
ALL THE TREASURES WE HELD DEAR
(The TOWNSMEN join in.)
THE OLD SOLDIER
THE RUSHING OF THE CHATAHOOCHIE
THE RUSTLIN' IN THE WIND
AND MAMA IN THE KITCHEN SINGIN'
AND ME AND LILA SWINGIN' IN A TREE
OH, I HEAR IT CALLING, CALLING
AND I WOULD GLADLY GIVE
MY GOOD RIGHT LEG AGAIN!
AGAIN!
(TOWNSMEN
THE TALL PINES AND THE RED CLAY
THE BLUE SKIES
AND THE DOGWOOD TREES
A MAN CAN GROW HIS COTTON
AND HIS CROPS!
OH, I HEAR IT CALLING, CALLING
STILL!
AGAIN.)
ALL
GOD BLESS THE SIGHT OF THE OLD HILLS OF GEORGIA,
THE OLD RED HILLS OF HOME! (KNEEL DOWN TO)
PRAISE THOSE WHO'D FIGHT FOR THE OLD HILLS OF GEORGIA!
FOR THOSE PROUD AND VALIANT MEN,
WE'LL SING "DIXIE" ONCE AGAIN (FOR
THE MEN OF MARIETTA) FOR THE BROTHERS OF COBB COUNTY
(FOR THE FATHERS OF ATLANTA) FOR THE PATRIARCHS
WHO GAVE EVERYTHING FOR GEORGIA
AND THE OLD RED HILLS OF HOME!

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