 | War poets of the South and Confederate camp-fire songs. |  |
THE OLD RIFLEMAN.
Now bring me out my buckskin suit!
My pouch and powder, too!
We'll see if seventy-six can shoot
As sixteen used to do.
My pouch and powder, too!
We'll see if seventy-six can shoot
As sixteen used to do.
Old Bess! we've kept our barrels bright!
Our trigger quick and true;
As far, if not as fine a sight,
As long ago we drew.
Our trigger quick and true;
As far, if not as fine a sight,
As long ago we drew.
And pick me out a trusty flint!
A real white and blue,
Perhaps 'twill win the other tint
Before the hunt is through.
A real white and blue,
Perhaps 'twill win the other tint
Before the hunt is through.
Give boys your brass percussion caps!
Old "shut-pan" suits as well;
There's something in the sparks—perhaps
There's something in the smell!
Old "shut-pan" suits as well;
There's something in the sparks—perhaps
There's something in the smell!
We've seen the red-coat Briton bleed,
The red-skin Indian, too!
We've never thought to draw a bead
On Yankee doodle-doo!
The red-skin Indian, too!
We've never thought to draw a bead
On Yankee doodle-doo!
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But, Bessie, bless your dear old heart!
Those days are mostly done;
And now we must revive the art
Of shooting on the run!
Those days are mostly done;
And now we must revive the art
Of shooting on the run!
If Doodle must be meddling, why,
There's only this to do—
Select the black spot in his eye,
And let the daylight through!
There's only this to do—
Select the black spot in his eye,
And let the daylight through!
And if he doesn't like the way
That Bess presents the view,
He'll maybe change his mind, and stay
Where the good Doodles do!
That Bess presents the view,
He'll maybe change his mind, and stay
Where the good Doodles do!
Where Lincoln lives—the man, you know,
Who kissed the Testament,
To keep the Constitution?—No!
To keep the Government!
Who kissed the Testament,
To keep the Constitution?—No!
To keep the Government!
We'll teach these shot-gun boys the tricks
By which a war is won;
Especially how Seventy-six
Took Tories on the run.
By which a war is won;
Especially how Seventy-six
Took Tories on the run.
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