 | War poets of the South and Confederate camp-fire songs. |  |
HAPPY LAND OF CANAAN.
I sing you a song, and it won't detain me long,
All about the times we are gaining,
I sing it in rhymes, and suit it to the times,
And call it the happy land of Canaan.
All about the times we are gaining,
I sing it in rhymes, and suit it to the times,
And call it the happy land of Canaan.
Chorus. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Look out there's a good time coming,
Never mind the weather, but get over double trouble,
I'm bound for the happy land of Canaan.
Look out there's a good time coming,
Never mind the weather, but get over double trouble,
I'm bound for the happy land of Canaan.
Old Abe Lincoln was elected President,
And from a rail-splitter he is gaining;
The Yankees they may brag, but we'll raise the flag,
And make the South a happy land of Canaan.
Chorus. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! etc.
And from a rail-splitter he is gaining;
The Yankees they may brag, but we'll raise the flag,
And make the South a happy land of Canaan.
Chorus. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! etc.
Down at Harper's Ferry section they raised an
insurrection—
Old Brown thought the niggers would sustain him;
Along came Governor Wise, and took him by surprise,
And sent him to the happy land of Canaan,
Chorus. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! etc.
Old Brown thought the niggers would sustain him;
Along came Governor Wise, and took him by surprise,
And sent him to the happy land of Canaan,
Chorus. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! etc.
Old Brown is dead, and the last words he said
Was, "don't keep me here long remaining"—
First we took up a slope, then dropped him on a rope,
And dropped him in the happy land of Canaan.
Chorus. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! etc.
Was, "don't keep me here long remaining"—
First we took up a slope, then dropped him on a rope,
And dropped him in the happy land of Canaan.
Chorus. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! etc.
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Old Buchanan got his orders, and left the fourth
of March,
And says some credit he was gaining;
Good folks, let him rest, the old man has done his best,"
He is bound for the happy land of Canaan.
Chorus. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! etc.
And says some credit he was gaining;
Good folks, let him rest, the old man has done his best,"
He is bound for the happy land of Canaan.
Chorus. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! etc.
Governor Harris shakes his fist at the abolitionist,
And says he could give them a training;
He would whip them so freely, both Smith and Horace Greely,
If he could catch them in the happy land of Canaan.
Chorus. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! etc.
And says he could give them a training;
He would whip them so freely, both Smith and Horace Greely,
If he could catch them in the happy land of Canaan.
Chorus. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! etc.
| War poets of the South and Confederate camp-fire songs. | |