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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Then we shall see in glory crowned, in proud celestial row,
The friends we've known and loved so well at Benny Havens', oh!
"On May 29, 1877, in his ninetieth year, Benny Havens died. A few years later the building of the West Shore Railroad necessitated moving the Benny Havens tavern. It was carefully taken apart and carted about five miles back into the hills to a point near Long Pond Mountain, where it was reerected. There it stands today, but little changed from the days when Benny Havens was its genial host."
Come, fill your glasses, fellows, and stand up in a row, To singing sentimentally we're going for to goj In the army there's sobriety, promotion's very slow, So we'll sing our reminiscences of Benny Havens, oh!
Oh! Benny Havens, oh! Oh! Benny Havens, oh! We'll sing our reminiscences of Benny Havens, oh!
Let us toast our foster-father, the Republic, as you know, Who in the paths of science taught us upward for to go j And the maidens of our native land, whose cheeks like roses glow. They're oft remembered in our cups at Benny Havens', oh!
•To the ladies of our Army our cups shall ever flow, Companions in our exile and our shield 'gainst every woej May they see their husbands generals, with double pay also, And join us in our choruses at Benny Havens', oh!
Come fill up to our generals, God bless the brave heroes. They're an honor to their country, and a terror to their foes; May they long rest on their laurels, and troubles never know, But live to see a thousand years at Benny Havens', oh!
To our kind old Alma Mater, our rock-bound Highland home, We'll cast back many a fond regret as o'er life's sea we roam;