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Chorus.—Then pull off your coat and roll up your sleeve, For Manassas is a hard road to travel, Manassas gave us fits, and Bull Run made us
grieve, For Richmond is a hard road to travel, I believe !
Next came the Woolly-Horse,* with an overwhelming force,
To march down to Richmond by the Valley, But he couldn't find the road, and his " onward movement" showed
His campaigning was a mere shilly-shally. Then Commissary Banks, with his motley, foreign ranks,
Kicking up a great noise, fuss and flurry, Lost the whole of his supplies, and with tears in his eyes,
From the Stonewall ran away in a hurry.
Chorus.—Then pull off your coat and roll up your sleeve, For the Valley is a hard road to travel, The Vallev wouldn't do, and we had all to
leave, For Richmond is a hard road to travel, I believe !
Then the great Galena came, with her port-holes all aflame,
And the Monitor, that famous naval wonder, But the guns at Drury's Bluff gave them speedily enough,
The loudest sort of reg'lar Rebel thunder. The Galena was astonished and the Monitor admonished,
Our patent shot and shell were mocked at, While the dreadful Naugatuck, by the hardest kind of luck,
Was knocked into an ugly cocked hat.
* Fremont, "the path-finder."