Now Jimmy chose the Yankee blue
His heart was on their side
But brother Billy joined the rebs
And how their mother cried
One headed north, the other south,
the blue against the grey
It was brother fighting brother,
A war which both sides had to lose
Bill was in the charts at Gettysburg
While Jim was up there on the hill,
each prayed they'd never meet
With Jim a dozen yards ahead,
the Yanks came down the hill
And when the smoke had cleared away,
Jim found his brother Bill
Jim knelt beside young Billy,
but he had no words to say
Bob Bill saw him and held his fire
while Jim had blazed away
It was brother fighting brother,
A war which both sides had to lose,
no matter which side won.