Frontier Ballads

A Collection of Traditional Western Songs
with Lyrics & Illustrations

	SOLDIER         SONGS
	THE SPRINGFIELD CALIBRE FIFTY I WAS wrought of walnut blocks and rolled rod steel, I was hammered, lathed, and mandrelled, stock and plate, I was gauged and tested, bayonet to heel, Then shipped for service, twenty in a crate. For I was the calibre fifty, Hi! — dough-boys, you haven't forgot The click of my tumblers shifty And the kick of the butt when I shot? I was nothing too light on your shoulder, You were glad when you stacked me o' nights, But I'd drill an Apach' From the thousand-yard scratch If you'd only hold straight on the sights—old sights! My trusty old Buffington sights!
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