Mr. Tommy, now l can say that four great Southerners were born on consecutive days, but not years. First, R.E.LEE on January 19th.Then my G. Grandfather, Joseph J.Shelton January 20th. Thirdly, T.J." STONEWALL" Jackson January21st and your G.G.Grandfather M.Jeff Thompson on January 22nd. Four true Southerners fighting for hearth and home. DEO VINDICE. SIDENOTE: My great grampa fought the bluebellies in the Trans-Mississippi in Arkansas & Louisiana. The closest l know of his unit, 15th Texas lnfantry, Co.F being near Missouri was at Prairie Grove, Ark.in Dec.of'62. That being Northwestern Arkansas. I pronounce any word with the spelling north as Nawth. My grandmother on my dad's side was also born January 22nd. But in the early 20th century. Take care and GOD Bless you and family & kin.
I found it . You can see it at bartonpara.com . The lyrics : Brave sons of Missouri, come turn out. If your hearts are with us, give a shout. Leave your yokes and leave your plows. The cattle on a thousand hills are ours. Come join the Swamp Fox Thompson's men. Heel of the boot is the Fox's den. He knows the land of the sweet gum tree, like a salt sea sailor knows the sea. Down in the swamp east, low lands low, Come follow wherever Jeff Thompson goes. Hold on boys, don't lose your grip. When I give the word boys, let it rip! The gloomy swampland is his bed. His roof is the tree tops overhead. Hunter's Farm by St. John's Lake, home of the deadly moccasin snake. Jeff Thompson rides the moonlit plain on his spotted horse with its flying mane. Crowley's Ridge down to Arkansas, wherever he rides his guns are law. Chorus He rides by day and strikes by night. He's a real rip-squealer and his name is Fight. He strikes like the winds of the hurricane to drive the invaders out of our land. We crossed over Mingo Swamp one night with a thousand torches for our light. That's a story that years from now will still be told by the minks and owls. Chorus
it was an original song from the time and recorded on the CD REBEL IN THE WOODS - i used it as background to make this video - only thing I can think of
Thanks for this. M. Jeff Thompson was my GG-Grandfather!
Oh my goodness that must be hell of a title congrats sir that's amazing
Mr. Tommy, now l can say that four great Southerners were born on consecutive days, but not years. First, R.E.LEE on January 19th.Then my G. Grandfather, Joseph J.Shelton January 20th. Thirdly, T.J." STONEWALL" Jackson January21st and your G.G.Grandfather M.Jeff Thompson on January 22nd. Four true Southerners fighting for hearth and home. DEO VINDICE.
SIDENOTE: My great grampa fought the bluebellies in the Trans-Mississippi in Arkansas & Louisiana. The closest l know of his unit, 15th Texas lnfantry, Co.F being near Missouri was at Prairie Grove, Ark.in Dec.of'62. That being Northwestern Arkansas. I pronounce any word with the spelling north as Nawth.
My grandmother on my dad's side was also born January 22nd. But in the early 20th century.
Take care and GOD Bless you and family & kin.
Proud ancestry!!!
Looking forward to this!
THANK YOU!
No shit!
It has been said my grandfather fought with Jeff Thompson in Swamp East Missouri.
great tune,well played from an Irish banjo player
So would it be you who was a picking those strings on that skinbox?
@@carywest9256 i only wish.Great video as well.i do play the 5-string every night
Great video thank you
I didn't know there was a Civil War Swamp Fox.
I only knew about Francis Marion, the Revolutionary War Swamp Fox.
Great song! Do you have the lyrics?
I found it . You can see it at bartonpara.com .
The lyrics :
Brave sons of Missouri, come turn out. If your hearts are with us, give a shout.
Leave your yokes and leave your plows. The cattle on a thousand hills are ours.
Come join the Swamp Fox Thompson's men. Heel of the boot is the Fox's den.
He knows the land of the sweet gum tree, like a salt sea sailor knows the sea.
Down in the swamp east, low lands low,
Come follow wherever Jeff Thompson goes.
Hold on boys, don't lose your grip.
When I give the word boys, let it rip!
The gloomy swampland is his bed. His roof is the tree tops overhead.
Hunter's Farm by St. John's Lake, home of the deadly moccasin snake.
Jeff Thompson rides the moonlit plain on his spotted horse with its flying mane.
Crowley's Ridge down to Arkansas, wherever he rides his guns are law.
Chorus
He rides by day and strikes by night. He's a real rip-squealer and his name is Fight.
He strikes like the winds of the hurricane to drive the invaders out of our land.
We crossed over Mingo Swamp one night with a thousand torches for our light.
That's a story that years from now will still be told by the minks and owls.
Chorus
Is there a reason this doesn't come up on UA-cam music?
it was an original song from the time and recorded on the CD REBEL IN THE WOODS - i used it as background to make this video - only thing I can think of
@@imapatching09 Yeah, I've been trying to find a digital recording of that album but I can't anywhere
Probably the topic.