Southern War Songs Camp-Fire, Patriotic & Sentimental

200+ Song Lyrics Collected, Arranged & Illustrated, By W. L. Fagan - online songbook

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Come volunteer, my Texas bo}^, altho' you are forty-six— We'll whip old Abe and Buell, with all their Yankee tricks; Their armies are invading1 us, and this we cannot stand, We must whip them back to Yankeedom, O come and take a hand.
Come, all of you brave Southerners, and join our common
cause, To go against old Lincoln and all his Yankee boys; If we find them on the hills, or find them in their ditches, If you go along with us we'll whip them out their "britches."
Now, there is our good doctor, with his powder and his pills,
Who is willing to go with us and cure us of our ills;
There are some of our countrymen, whose names I will not
tell, Who say they cannot volunteer, " for they are not very well! "
There is the officeseeker! altho' not very noted, He would go along with us if he could only be promoted ! There is the little lawyer ! who is of no great note, He will not go along with us unless we will promote !
Now, there is the merchant! with his all in his hand, Who'll sell unto his customers at the highest price he can; If you say to the merchant, when you go in to trade, '■ I cannot stand your price," he'll holler out "Blockade! "
And then there 's the yearling thief, that ought to go to
battle ; The country would be better off rid of all such cattle;