War Song

Come all you jolly soldiers, I will sing to you a song,

I'll try to be brief, I'll not detain you long,

Concerning all my troubles and how they did advance

And how I got around them and what a narrow chance.



With a bottle of good whisky I put the guard to sleep;

Then down upon my knees so slyly I did creep,

And when I had gone around them and found I had got through

I set down upon a little rock and there put on my shoe.



The ferriage it was guarded and I had nary horse.

I cast my eyes around a little raft I spied;

I thought by good judgment I could get to the other side.

I jumped upon my little raft, so gently sailed across.

Not thanking them for ferriage nor eitherwise a horse

I struck out up old Lickin, I set my head for home,

To see my wife and children all that was my intent,

To see my wife and children that I had left at home.

When I come to find them I found them all asleep.

I told my wife I had been a prisoner and now on my retreat;

She gave to me my supper, a blanket in my hand,

Told me to leave this country and go to Dixie's land.



From Devil's Dittys, J. Thomas

@war @America @Civil @deserter

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