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96 ONE AND TWENTY
Communicated in 1916 by Miss Florence Myers, Ypsilanti; she obtained the song from a lumberman who had learned it in a lumber camp on the Manistee River. |
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i My father was a farmer gay, With beef and corn in plenty. I hoed, I mowed, I held the plow, And I longed for one and twenty.
2 My birthday came, my father urged, But strongly I resisted.
My sister wept, my mother prayed, But off I went and enlisted.
3 They marched me on through wet and dry, Through tombs so loudly moaning.
The dreadful sounds did fill my ears, And I wished that I was mowing.
4 I lost my leg, the foe came on; They had me in their clutches.
I starved in prison until peace came, And hobbled home on crutches. |
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