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Verses composed on our way to Washington
We joined the army tother day
Because we thought we-d get big pay
And have some fun most evry day
And go off down to dixie
At Westfield first we took our stand
And there our living it was grand
Becaus John Young he was the man
Hurrah for John and dixie
When we left there some tears were shed
And blessings heaped upon our heads
Pitty the female hearts that bled
When we left there for dixie
At Albany next we made a stop
Evry man he filled his crop
But soon our ears began to lop
Before we got to dixie
For now I'll just tell you the truth
The butter was strong enough forsooth
To extract evry feeble tooth
There on our [?] road to dixie