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FOLK-SONGS OF THE CIVIL WAR. 59
They chase him around the camp ; it's enough to make him
sick To try and teach him discipline by giving him Double-Quick.
You may feel rather hungry, almost in a starving state, And you wish to get your dinner first, all ready with your
plate ; There 's always others just the same, waiting for the lick ; To be the twentieth one, you must travel Double-Quick.
Once upon every Sunday to church you must always go, Your bayonet by your side in case you should meet the foe ; And when the service was ended it was called the moral trick To drive you back to your camp at a pleasant Double-Quick.
Each day there are just twelve roll-calls to keep you in the
camp ; If off three rods the bugle sounds, back you will have to tramp, And, if you chance to miss, why, you are a poor, gone chick, — Fourteen bricks in your knapsack, and four hours Double-Quick.
Now, all you chaps who would enlist, don't leap before you
look, And, if you wish to fight for the Union, go on your own hook, For, if a soldier you become, it will be your last kick, To the devil you will surely be drove headlong Double-Quick.
The Southern poetry of the civil war was even more rhetorical and stilted than that of the North. Its literary culture was more provincial, and its style a great deal more inflated and artificial. It