- Babylon Has Fallen
Don't you see de black clouds
Risin' ober yonder,
Whar de Massa's old plantation am?
Neber you be frightened,
Dem is only darkies,
Come to jine an' fight for Uncle Sam,
Look out dar, now!
- Brass Mounted Army
Oh soldiers, I've concluded to make a little song,
And if I tell no falsehood there can be nothing wrong,
If any be offended at what I have to sing,
Then surely his own conscience applies the bitter sting.
Chorus:
Oh, how do you like the Army
- Coming to Us Dead
One morning when the office was opened
A man quite old in years
Entered the express office
Showing signs of grief and tears
And when the clerk approached him
The old man then did say
I'm waiting for my boy, sir
He's coming home today
- Garry Owen
1. Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed
But join with me, each jovial blade
Come, booze and sing and lend your aid
And help me with the chorus:
Chorus:
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
- Marching along
By William B. Bradbury
The army is gathering from near and from far,
The trumpet is sounding the call for the war.
McClellan's our leader, he's gallant and strong--
We'll gird on the armor and be marching along.
- Mrs. McGrath
Mrs. McGrath"
"Ahhhhh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said
"Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted
With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat
Oh, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"
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