We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
"He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy, His voice was low with pain. 'I'll do your bidding, comrade mine, If I ride back again. But if you ride back and I am left, You'll do as much for me, Mother, you know, must hear the news, So write to her tenderly.
"She's waiting at home like a patient saint, Her fond face pale with woe. Her heart will be broken when I am gone, I'll see her soon, I know.' Just then the order came to charge, For an instant hand touched hand. They said, "Aye," and away they rode, That brave and devoted band.
Straight was the track to the top of the hill, The rebels they shot and shelled, Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks, And guarded them as they fell. There soon came a horrible dying yell From heights that they could not gain, And those whom doom and death had spared Rode slowly back again.
But among the dead that were left on the hill Was the boy with the curly hair. The tall dark man who rode by his side Lay dead beside him there. There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl The words that her lover had said. Momma, you know, awaits the news, And she'll only know he's dead."
"Two Soldiers," a Civil War-era song - author unknown - covered by Dylan on World Gone Wrong in 1993. Somone has kindly posted the album version on Youtube, see below.