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FOLK-SONGS OF THE CIVIL WAR.
The winds are piping loud, And fan the flame before us.
Then join the jovial band, And tune the vocal organ,
And with a will we '11 all join in Three cheers for our Jack Morgan.
Chorus. Gather round the camp fire,
Our duty has been done, Let's gather round the camp fire
And have a little fun. Let's gather round the camp fire,
Our duty has been done, 'Twas done upon the battle field,
Three cheers for our Jack Morgan.
Jack Morgan is his name,
The peerless and the lucky ; No dastard foe can tame
The son of old Kentucky. His heart is with his State,
He fights for Southern freedom ; His men their General's word await,
They '11 follow where he '11 lead 'em.
He swore to free his home,
To burst her chains asunder, With sound of trump and drum
And loud Confederate thunder. And in the darksome night,
By light of homesteads burning, He puts the skulking foe to flight,
Their hearts to wailings turning.