It's a snowy day, she's not young
She'd ordinarily and patriotically lived her life
By holding a Taegug-ki, by her ireful tongue,
And patriotic mind, she'd begun her strife.
The old lady did not dream a fame
But she came to rally, nor wanted to wealth
The members of Congres didn't know the shame.
But even through treason they're madding for dealth.
She'd held the star-spangled banner
In other hand, To her future nation,
Which is glowing, wanting to be a fanner,
Surrendering heirs the freedom nation.
But who knew she couldn't come back,
Because of crushing to death by the Union.
In shouting, she fell the ground of black
But she's waiting a celestial communion.
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