Jean And Jacques Were Twins - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Jean and Jacques Were Twins. Copyright, 1896, by T. B. Harms & Co. Words by J. Cheever Goodwin, Music by Woulson Morse. 
Oh, Jean and Jacques were twins-It is thus the tale begins -Who both were soldiers brave and bold, And served their country, not for gold; For, for all Golconda's wealth untold They did not care two pins. Ta-ra-ta, ta-ra-ra! they did not care two pins; But they longed for fame and glory-At least so goes the story; For, 'twixt you and me, They were young, you see, And romantic as youths are prone to be; So they yearned for the field of battle, Where the spiteful rifles rattle; For to wade through gore, Where the cannon's roar Was their beans' desire, so these Idiots swore But they longed for fame and glory-At least so goes the story-For, 'twin you and me, They were young, you see, And romantic, us youths are prone to be; So they yearned for the field of battle. Where the spiteful rifles rattle; For, to wade through gore. Where the cannon's roar Was their hearts' desire, so these Idiots swore. 
At last, on one fine day-So the tale goes on to say-Their Colonel said, "By all that's blue, You boast so much of what you'll do, That I think I'll give a chance to you Your courage to display. Ta-ra-ra, ta-ra-ra! your courage to display. To the one who proves more daring, I'll give this cross I'm wearing; You may take a week, During which to seek An occasion to do some deed unique That will show you, to fear, are strangers, And prepared to face all dangers, In a week return, So that I may learn What you each have done your reward to earn!" "To the one who proves more daring, I'll give this cross I'm wearing; You may take a week. During which to seek An occasion to do some deed unique That will snow you, to fear, are strangers, And prepared to face all dangers, In a week return, So that I may learn What you each have done the reward to earn." 
Jean's ardor naught could quell-So ths tale goes on to tell-He, when the week allowed was o'er, Had slaughtered of the foe a score, And captured nearly twenty more-The Colonel said, "'Tis well!" Ta-ra-ra, ta-ra-ra! the Colonel said, "'Tis well!" 
But to Jean, although applauded, The cross was not awarded, But to Jacques instead., Who, with drooping head And a stammering voice, to the Colonel said, "I can boast of my wholesale slaughter, But I've wed your red-haired daughter. By the risk I've run, Has the cross been won?" Said the Colonel, "Sure! in a walk, my son!" But to Jean, although applauded, The cross was not awarded, But to Jacques instead, Who, with drooping head And a stammering voice, to the Colonel said, "I can boast of no wholesale slaughter, But I've wed your red-haired daughter. By the risk I've run, Has the cross been won?" Said the Colonel, "Sure! in a walk, my son!"