The Bolivar Blues - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE BOLIVAR BLUES. Copyright, 1879, by E.H. Harding. Written and Composed by Donly. 
Oh, here we come, with hang and drum, de pets, de Bolivar Blues. Gay warriors from South Avenue V, de brunette corps, de boss are we; Besides de gun and rifled sword, its razors we can use; De pop of cannon's music to de trusty Bolivar Blues. Dress right! mark time Johnson, keep your hoofs a movin', Guid right! wheel her round! my! but ain't dis movement soothin', 'Bout arms I halt! face! keep de captain always shout in', Heels out! toes in! as we tramp along. 
Chorus. Oh, here we come, with hang of drum, de pets, de Bolivar Blues, Gay wariors from South Avenue V, de brunette corps, de boss are we; Besides de gun and rifled sword, its razors we can use, De pop of cannon's music to de trusty Bolivar Blues. 
Jest watch de pace, observe de grace, of ev'ry Bolivar Blue, De Skides and Gingers can't compare, dev bust deir ranks in black despair; Jest see de gait of Captain Slate, a sight dat's bad to lose. And hear him shout, fall in and out, my trusty Bolivar Blues. Heads up! Eyes out! wonder what dem gals are savin' Tramp! tramp! tramp! tramp! dat's de tune de bands are playin'; Forward march! although we're shinin and perspirin' Present! shoulder feet! in the trusty Blues.-Chorus.