The Upidee Song |
D.G. Knight, 1859
The shades of night were falling fast, Tra la la! Tra la la! The bugler blew his well known blast, Tra la la la la No matter be there rain or snow That bugler still is bound to blow Chorus: Up-i-de-i de-i da! Up-i-de! Up-i-da! Up-i-de-i de-i da! Up-i-de-i-da!
2. He saw, as in their bunks they lay,
3. In nice log huts he saw the light, | 4. Upon the fire he spied a pot Tra la la! Tra la la! Choicest viands smoking hot Tra la la la la Says he, "You shan't enjoy the stew," So "Boots And Saddles" loudly blew Chorus:
5. They scarce their half-cooked meal begin
6. But soldiers, you are made to fight
7. Oh hasten then , that glorious day |