Anyone who has a collection of American Civil War songs will recognize the Celtic tune, Bovaglie’s Plaid. Not the melody, perhaps, but the plaintive notes, the mournful sense of longing, longing for home, longing for the world that was and may never be again. Listen to Bovaglie’s Plaid HERE.

The campfire low, the men in gray

Sat in the dark, as still as stone

Intent upon the fiddler’s play

The mournful notes, the sorrowed tone

Beyond the trees, blue pickets lie

Enraptured by the haunting tune

That said tomorrow some will die

And lie in fields forever June

Brothers once, but now at war

They dream upon the world they had

The world of home, and love and more

To sleep, to dream, Bovaglie’s Plaid

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