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And there 's the rich planters, with their negroes and their
lands, They will not go along- with us to fight old Lincoln's bands.
They remind me of a tale, perhaps you've heard yourself: While a woman fought a bear her husband hid himself; The battle was fought, and the good old lady won it— Old man then came crawling out—"Old woman, hain't we done it !"
There are speculating parsons, who wish their country well— And they will warn poor sinners of going down to hell; They cannot go along with us, they do not wish to fight, They'll stay at home to prey on us, that all may come out right.
Now unto all such fellows be everlasting shame; And all our honest countrymen will surely them disdain; Come, all ye Texas ladies, now listen to my song, And do not marrj' any man that will not go along.
To defend the coast of Texas we all feel now inclined; To leave our wives and little ones in the care of those behind; We hope that they'll prove faithful, and to their wants attend, And see that they're provided for while we the land defend.
Farewell! my friends and neighbors, we bid you all adieu. Farewell to wife and children ! we now must part with you ! 0 God! in mercy bless us! sustain us by Thy grace! And grant we all may meet again our lov'd ones to embrace!