...ur homes You then had known his worth! Unbroken vigil o'er those homes It had been his to keep: Step lightly o'er the border then, ‘Marse Robert is asleep!’ He's yours and mine, is Robert Lee , He's yours and mine, Hurrah! These tears you shed have seal'd the past, And closed the wounds of war! Thus clasping hands, Old Blue Coat, We'll swear by th' tears you weep, The sounds of war s...