Surrender we account no shame!
We live, are gay, and life is hope;
We’ll fight again when fight is wise.
There are plenty more from where we came;
But go find Mosby—start the game!”
Yet one there was who looked but glum;
In middle-age, a father he,
And this his first experience too:
“They shot at my heart when my hands were up—
This fighting’s crazy work, I see”