The Ballad of Black Bess

[Editor’s Note: With all that’s happening about Confederate monuments these days, it’s all right to remember a time when monuments to Confederate heroes became a source of humor.]

Robert E. Lee had Traveller and Stonewall Jackson his Little Sorrel. Bedford Forrest rode King Philip, and that other famed Confederate cavalryman, John Hunt Morgan, had Black Bess.

When I was in college at Emory, the late great Professor Bell Wiley gave me a leaflet, “The Ballad of Black Bess,” which the director of the University of Kentucky Press had given him.

In 1911, on the courthouse lawn in Lexington, Kentucky, was dedicated a fine equestrian monument to General Morgan, nobly mounted on Black Bess. The Yankees captured her at one point, and we don’t know what happened to her.

But we know that she was a mare.

The sculptor of the Lexington monument thought it unbecoming, however, that General Morgan should be depicted as riding a mare—something more manful was in order.

So he physically fashioned Black Bess from mare to male.

Here’s the poem contained in the flyer that Dr. Wiley gave me (author unknown).

The Ballad of Black Bess

Though art and science oft collide
Let art make no apology,
For here is proof that art can win
O’er more mundane biology.

A sculptor came to cast the fame
In metal’s mold eternal.
Of Morgan and his faithful mare
And their bold deeds supernal.

The sages of the Bluegrass gave
Advice with clear simplicity.
Their chiefest hero must appear
With faultless authenticity.

And pride flashed in the sculptor’s eye
When told of Morgan’s prowess,
How oft the conquered the field
On his good mare Black Bess.

But a Jovian frown now dark’d his brow
As the artist heard this last.
“No hero should bestride a mare!”
Said he, “I am aghast!”

The graybeards showed him that ‘twas true,
From Sumter to the Wilderness,
Morgan’s fame was won, his deeds were done
On none other than the mare Black Bess.

The artist’s mood regained its calm
As was anticipated.
At last there come the festal day
For which the Bluegrass awaited.

Now is unveiled the statue’s face.
The throng’s in joyous strife.
“Praxiteles this sculptor is!
It’s Morgan to the life!”

The bunting parts now to display
The head of good Black Bess.
The faithful likeness moves the crowd
To cries of happiness.

At last the bunting falls away
And all now stands revealed.
A gasp of horror sweeps the crowd
At what had been concealed.

A closer look at the offending anatomy

For down the corridors of Time
And up to Heaven’s vestibules,
Morgan fore’er will ride a mare
Equipped with a pair of testicules.

No shadows on the General’s face;
His brow remains serene.
No mark of this great travesty
Is apparent from his mien.

And proud the eye of good Black Bess
With shamelessness uncanny,
She just ignores the testicules
That hang beneath her fanny.

The truth is all our homage due
But scholars must confess,
That art o’er fact hath won the day
With the balls of good Black Bess.

What saddens every Bluegrass heart
Is a continuing tradition,
For students in their annual pranks
To alter Bess’s condition.

Now every year the faithful mare
Must suffer violation.
Her balls are painted every hue
Known to imagination.

So sorrow comes to Bluegrass men—
Like darkness o’er them falls—
For well they know gentlemen should show,
Respect for a lady’s balls.

 

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6 Responses to The Ballad of Black Bess

  1. John Pryor says:

    Well, as a transgendered statue here at least is one ancient monument that should remain immune from the modern wrecking ball of sensitive opinion.

  2. norman says:

    I thought Lexington removed the statue? Out of sight out; out of mind and eventually gone from our collective history.

    • Chris Mackowski says:

      It’s in Lexington Cemetery. I visited it just last week. I’ll have a picture to share in a couple days.

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  4. Jerry Stone says:

    My great grandfather rode with Morgan (Wm Elam); my collateral great uncle (Dr. Gorham) paid $5,000 for bond from Columbus, Ohio prison. Morgan and Wolfe Counties heritages. Desperate times.

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