Southern War Songs Camp-Fire, Patriotic & Sentimental

200+ Song Lyrics Collected, Arranged & Illustrated, By W. L. Fagan - online songbook

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Upon the fire he saw a pot,
Of sav'ry viands smoking- hot,
Said he, "they shan't enjoy that stew,"
Then " Boots and saddles " loudly blew.
'No matter should it rain or snow That bugler he is bound to blow
They scarce their half cooked meal begin, Ere orderly cries out " Fall in," Then off they march tbro' mud and rain, P'raps only to march back again.