Boys just listen, while I sing to you a song sir,
About our great Yankee "doom" and how were getting along, sir--
Of our ups and downs and slips and falls, and how we had to fight, sir,
But yet in the end it's coming out all right, sir.
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And that's just so ri, fal, de ral, de lady, and that's just so.
Oh! the worst feature of our war is to think that here at home, sir,
We have men in our midst who make of it no bones, sir,
Of helping "old Secesh" to hold up their rag, sir,
While thousands of our countrymen are falling for our flag, sir.
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When our war first commenced we thought it would not be long, sir,
Before "Secesh" would be put down by our northern men and arms, sir,
But the more we fight, the more we find "Secesh" is quite stubborn,
But we are bound to lick them in the end, as sure as there's heaven.
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Oh! there is Gen. Lee, that scoundrel of a man, sir,
That stole all the arms he could from Uncle Sam, sir,
And then to get his rations, why he had to make a raid sir,
And take it from our farmers without a cent of pay, sir.
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But our noble Governor is always on the alert, sir,
He called out the volunteers and put them all to work, sir,
At building forts and barricades, to protect us from the raid, sir,
And thousands of our noble boys are moving on by rail sir.
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Now Gen. Lee, you're smart we know, in pulling at the Crib, sir,
That did belong to Uncle Sam, I am speaking of the mint, sir,
But the writer of this little song would remind you of a trick, sir,
He played you in the month of May, the year was sixty-one, sir.
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Remember, Lee, the man you saw upon that noble ship, sir,
That watched you on that sunny day, and played the Yankee trick, sir--
By giving Uncle Sam the dots, and posting Gen. Scott, sir,
And how you scampered from the hill upon that very night, sir.
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You dearly loved your native home, but not your flag as well, sir,
You did attempt to build a fort upon those glorious hights, sir,
In view of many thousand men had volunteered to fight, sir,
And keep the Stars and Stripes afloat, and battle for the right, sir.
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Now Lee, you'll have leave our State, and take another route, sir,
For Little Joe is on your track, and our Keystone boys is front, sir--
He'll put you on a double quick, as did our boys before, sir,
And make you feel another shock of our northern volunteers, sir.
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Now there's the Irish Sixty-ninth, you cannot stand their yells, sir,
They make a splendid bayonet charge and cause you powder smell, sir--
It will make you think of Washington and Independence Bell, sir,
And cause you some unpleasant thoughts of the raid you made before, sir,
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Old New York, and Jersey too, is moving in the train, sir.
Likewise the boys from old Vermont and noble State of Maine, sir,
They will meet you in that loyal State you long have tried to gain sir,
And make her field the sea of stripes, as on the Richmond plains, sir.
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Here's success to our volunteers, where ever they may be sir,
And to our Union-loving girls we give three hearty cheers, sir,
We'll thrash the northern traitors out whenever we get clear, sir,
From Uncle Sam's blue uniform, which will be another year, sir.
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