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Chorus.—Then pull off your coat and roll up your sleeve, For Stonewall is a hard road to travel, Pope did his very best, but was evidently
sold, For Richmond is a hard road to travel, I'm told!
Last of all the brave Burnside, with his pontoon bridge, tried
A road no one had thought of before him, With two hundred thousand men for the Rebel slaughter pen,
And the blessed Union flag waving o'er him; But he met a fire like hell, of canister and shell,
That mowed his men down with great slaughter, 'Twas a shocking sight to view, that second Waterloo,
And the river ran with more blood than water.
Chorus.—Then pull off your coat and roll up your sleeve, Rappahannock is a hard road to travel, Burnside got in a trap, which caused him for to
grieve, For Richmond is a hard road to travel, I believe !
We are very much perplexed to know who is the next
To command the new Richmond expedition, For the Capital must blaze, and that in ninety days,
And Jeff and his men be sent to perdition. We'll take the cursed town, and then we'll burn it down,
And plunder and hang each cursed rebel; Yet the contraband was right when he told us they would fight,
"Oh! yes, massa, they fight like the devil." |
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