How are you, boys? I'm just from camp and feel as brave
The sound of bugle drum and fife has raised my
I'm full of fight, odds shot and shell, I'll leap into
And when the Yankees see me come, Lord how they will
cho: Hold your head up, Shanghai Shanks,
Don't shake your knees and blink so;
It is no time to dodge the act
Brave comrades, don't you think so?
I was a ploughboy in the field, a gawky lazy didger,
When came the conscript officer and took me for a
He put a musket in my hand and showed me how to fire
I marched and counter-marched all day. Lord, how I did
With corn and hog fat for my food, and digging,
I got as thin as twice-skimmed milk and was scarcely
worth the killing.
And now I'm used to homely fare, my skin as tough as
I do guard duty cheerfully in any kind of weather.
I'm brimful of fight, my boys, I would not give a
For all the smiles the girls can give until I've killed
High private is a glorious rank, there's wide room for
I'll get a corporal's stripes some day when fortune's
in the notion.
"tis true I have not seen a fight nor have I smelt
But then the way I'll pepper them will be a sin to
A sergeant's stripes I now will sport, perhaps be
And then a captain--good for me, I'll be a regular
I'll then begin to wear the stars and then the wreaths
Until the army I command, and poets sing my story.
Our Congress will pass votes of thanks to him thast
rose from zero;
The people in a mass will shout, "Hurrah! Behold the
(he fires his gun by accident)
What's that? Oh dear! A boiler's burst! A gaspipe has
Maybe the Yankees are hard by with muskets ready
Oh gallant soldiers, beat 'em back. I'll join you in
But I've a chill from head to foot, and symptoms of the