Come all ye Southern Soldiers, come listen unto me
I'll tell you of some trouble that happened unto me;
When I was the age of sixteen I joined the jolly band
I marched from eastern Tennessee to the old Virginia land
Our captain did inform me, perhaps he thought it right,
Before we reached Manassas he said we'd have to fight
I heard the Yankee coming, I heard them give command;
To arms, to arms, they shouted, and by your colours stand
I saw the smoke descending, I thought it reached the sky,
The very next thought come over me, now is my time to die
I saw the rifles glittering, the bullets round me fell,
Such feeling as came over me no mortal tongue can tell
There's nine brave Texas soldiers as ever trod the West
Was buried by the colours with bullets in their breasts
We fought for nine long hours before the strife was o'er,
The like of dead and wounded I never saw before
Perhaps you have a mother, likewise a sister too ,
And maybe you have a sweetheart to weep and mourn for you
If such be your condition, although you like to roam,
I'll tell you by experience you'd better stay at home
From English Folk Songs in the Southern Appalachians, Sharp
Collected from Mrs W L Godfrey, NC 1918
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