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Chorus.—Then pull off your coat and roll up your sleeve, For James River is a hard road to travel, The gun-boats gave it up in terror and despair, For Richmond is a hard road to travel, I declare !
Then McClellan followed soon, both with spade and balloon,
To try the Peninsular approaches, But one and all agreed that his best rate of speed,
Was no faster than the slowest of "slow coaches." Instead of easy ground, at Williamsburg he found
A Longstreet indeed, and nothing shorter, And it put him in the dumps, that spades wasn't trumps,
And the Hills he couldn't level "as he orter."
Chorus.—Then pull off your coat and roll up your sleeve, For Longstreet is a hard road to travel, Lay down the shovel and throw away the
spade, For Richmond is a hard road to travel, I'm afraid.
Then said Lincoln unto Pope, "You can make the trip, I hope;"
"I will save the universal Yankee nation, To make sure of no defeat, I'll leave no lines of retreat,
And issue a famous proclamation." But that same dreaded Jackson, this fellow laid his whacks on,
And made him by compulsion, a seceder.* And Pope took rapid flight from Manassas' second fight,
'Twas his very last appearance as a leader.
* Battle of Cedar Run.