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BIVOUAC-SONG. 83 |
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And when our rations all are gone, We '11 still have left a Bull.
We 're resting now in bivouac, &c.
When Rebel balls fly thick and fast,
As if to learn us " dots," We '11 make them feel our sharp sword's steel,
And fight behind our Potts. For old Beau — we have no — regard,
He '11 soon be in the lurch, And go below, as all do know,
While we trust in our Church. We 're resting now in bivouac, &c.
Then let us sing a happy song
Around our camp-fire bright, Of friends at home — the girls we love —
We '11 dream of them to-night; Yes, as we rest upon the ground,
Beside our trusty gun, We '11 dream of loved ones far away —
Of battles fought and won.
We 're resting now in bivouac, &c. |
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