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GINGER JIM'S UNION COCKADE
I went down to Uncle Gabriel's
Before I came away, And dese am just de very words
Dat Uncle Gabriel did say:
Chorum.
"Shout, boys, shout, and don't you be afraid
To sport de feathers in your hat, de Union cockade.
Dere's trouble in de country,
And war throughout de land; And de times are coming
When everybody's got to show his hand. If you go in for Secession,
You had better mind your eye, For "Union" am de word, my boys—
It's now de battle-cry.
Shout, boys, etc.
Dis war commenced at Sumter,
And dey gib de Union beans ; But soon dey had de Stars and Stripes
To wave ober New Orleans; For since de fight at Pittsburg,
It's goin' such a way, Dat Union's bound to win, my boys,
No matter what you say.
Shout, boys, etc.
Dere's a bird dey call de eagle,
And soon he'll flap his wings, While ober Hail-Columbia land
Our Union chorus rings; While Norf an' Souf, and East an' West, ■
Our good old flag shall wave, And de thing dey call Secession
Will be buried in its grave.
Shout, boys, shout, and don't you be afraid
To sport de feathers in your hat, de Union cockade. |
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