| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
66 FOLK-SONGS OF THE CIVIL WAR. |
||
|
But then the way I '11 pepper 'em
Will be a sin to chowder. A sergeant's stripes I now will sport,
Perhaps be color-bearer, And then a captain — good for me —
I '11 be a regular tearer.
I '11 then begin to wear the stars,
And then the wreaths of glory, Until the army I command,
And poets sing my story. Our Congress will pass votes of thanks
To him who rose from zero, The people in a mass will shout,
Hurrah, behold the hero !
(Fires his gun by accident.')
What's that ? oh dear ! a boiler's burst,
A gaspipe has exploded, Maybe the Yankees are hard by
With muskets ready loaded. On, gallant soldiers, beat 'em back,
I '11 join you in the frolic, But I 've a chill from head to foot,
And symptoms of the colic.
The spirit of the Southern women is well known to have been as vigorous and determined as that of their brothers, and the sacrifices which they were compelled to make were much more severe and general than at the North. They had been dependent upon the North and foreign countries for |
||