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THE BLACK BRIGADE. |
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But got to playing policy again, And lost the last of his pile.
So now poor Joe was dead broke, And wanted another start;
So a fellow gave him a situation As clerk of a city ash-cart. |
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THE BLACK BRIGADE..
Written and sung by W. S. Budworth.
Uncle Abraham he wants us now,
And we must march along; And I tell you what it is , my boy,
"We will muster mighty strong. Then fare you well, my honey dear,
I don't want you to be afraid; In three months your lov-u-er
Will be a captain in de Black Brigade.
Chorus—In three months, etc.
And when we meet de enemy,
I'll bet we'll make them stare, For I know dey'll catch de very debil
When dey meet our woolly hair. We'll fight for de Constitution,
And wid greenbacks we'll be paid; So come, you mokes, and fill de ranks—
Come and join de Black Brigade!
In three months, etc.
In de days ob General Washington, You know we fought de British well,
Behind de bales of "hickory ;" I tell you we made dem red-coats yell!
For we are de boys who know how to light, So come along, don't be afraid; | *
For Horace Greeley—you know him well-Is de General ob dis Black Brigade!
In three months, etc |
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