INDIANS,HERE THEY COME.
Injuns, down on the bayou. (Oh we need everybody on the battle field)
Injuns, down on the bayou. (And them rockin and rollin and can’t keep still)
Injuns, down on the bayou. (Oh, we need everybody Mardi Gras day)
Injuns, down on the bayou. (Jacomo fino say oh na nay)
Injuns (here they come) down on the bayou (Oh, we need everybody on the battlefield)
Injuns (Injuns here they come) down on the bayou (Tell ‘em nobody here they better not run)
T’WAS AT THE SEIGE OF VICKSBURG
T’was at the siege of Vicksburg, of Vicksburg, of Vicksburg.
T’was at the siege of Vicksburg, when the Minnie balls were singin’ through the air.
Listen to the Minnie balls, Minnie balls
Oh the Minnie balls were singin’ through the air.
Listen to the Minnie balls, Minnie balls
Oh the Minnie balls were singin’ through the air.
Oh well, we will remember, remember, remember.
Tough mule meat June since November
And the parrot shells were whistlin’ through the air
Listen to the parrot shells, listen to the parrot shells
Oh the parrot shells were whistlin’ through the air
Listen to the parrot shells, listen to the parrot shells
Oh the parrot shells were whistlin’through the air
DRUMMER BOY OF SHILOH
On Shiloh’s dark and
bloody ground
The dead and wounded
lay.
Amongst them was a
drummer boy
Who beat the drum that
day.
A wounded soldier helt
him up;
This drum was by his
side;
He clasped his hands
and he raised his eyes,
And prayed before he
died.
He clasped his hands
and raised his eyes,
And prayed before he
died.
"Look down upon
the battlefield
Oh thou our Heavenly
Friend;
Have mercy on our
sinful souls"
The Soldiers cried,
"Amen"
For gathered ‘round
the little group;
Each brave man knelt
and cried;
They listened to the
drummer boy,
Who prayed before he
died.
They listened to the
drummer boy,
Who prayed before he
died.
“Oh, Mother” said the
dying boy.
“Look down from heaven
on me.
Receive me to thy fond
embrace
Oh take me home to
thee.
I’ve loved my country
as my God
To serve them both
I’ve tried”
He smiled, shook
hands, death seized the boy
Who prayed before he
died
He smiled, shook
hands, death seized the boy
Who prayed before he
died
Each soldier wept then
like a child
Stout hearts were
they, and brave.
The flag his winding
sheet, God’s book.
The key unto his
grave.
They wrote upon a
simple board
These words “This is a
guide
To those who’d mourn
the drummer boy
Who prayed before he
died.
To those who’d mourn
the drummer boy
Who prayed before he
died.
The angels ‘round the
throne of grace
Look down upon the braves
Who fought and died on
Shiloh’s plain
Now slumbering in
their graves
How many homes made
desolate!
How many hearts have
sighed!
How many like that
drummer boy
Who prayed before they
died!
How many like that
drummer boy
Who prayed before they
died!
