Link says
Set quiet!
Dead folks don’t set, and livin’ folks kin stand,
and Link–he kin set quiet.–God a’mighty,
how kin he set, and them a-marchin’ thar
with old John Brown? Lord God, you ain’t forgot
the boys, have ye? the boys, how they come marchin’
home to ye, live and dead, behind old Brown,
a-singin’ Glory to ye! Jest look down:
thar’s Gettysburg, thar’s Cemetery Ridge:
don’t say ye disremember them! And thar’s
the colors. Look, he’s picked ’em up–the sergeant’s
blood splotched ’em some–but thar they be, still flyin’!
Link done that: Link–the spry boy, what they call
Chipmunk: you ain’t forgot his double-step,
have ye?
My God, why do You keep on marchin’
and leave him settin’ here?
No!–I–won’t–set!
Them are the boys that marched to Kingdom-Come
ahead of us, but we keep fallin’ in line.
Them voices–Lord, I guess you’ve brought along
Your Sunday choir of young angel folks
to help the boys out.
Glory!–Never mind me singin’: you kin drown me out. But I’m goin’ t’ jine in, or bust!