Ransom Mack Poem, undated

Old veterans of the 48 now drive away your fears.

For your listed in your Countries cause to serve her for three years

Hold up your heads be cheerful dont let your courage fail.

For wer the boys that fears no noise when on the rebels trail

Oh who wouldent be a souldier just see how we are used

We daily feast on hard tack from knicknacks were excused

Were beat to bunk with musick and out again the same

Oh such a life with fun is rife for no one heres to blame

So now dear friends at home dont sorow sob and sigh

Dont let such feelings get you down for if you do youl die

But send us words of cheer relate to us home news

Yes one and all both great and small the ladies we wont excuse

Our countries cause compelled us to leave our beds of ease

To souldier in a southern land where greybacks lice and fleas

Do find their way into our camp also into our clothes

And how to rid ourselves of these the lord god only knows /

We now are campt in georgia clost to the Etowah

Whose waters are full of cat fish the bigest you ever saw

They soar up to the surface and then sink out of sight

And thats the last we see of them for the divil a one will bite

Then heres the georgia ladies o it almost breaks our heart

To see them drive into our camp one old ox before a cart

And they seem to like us yankees but far beter let me tell ye

Do they like our rations of shugar our coffy and sowbely

But weve put our trust in Abraham with him we hav linked in

And he has sent us down to dixy those states so full of sin

Where treason and rebellion did ripen to revolt

Now finds its self fast dieng from the words of yankes halt

DATABASE CONTENT

(6942)

DL0987.004

Letters

186X

Tags: Abraham Lincoln, Animals, Camp/Lodging, Food, Gender Relations, Music, Nature, Unionism

SOURCES

Ransom Mack Poem, undated, DL0987.004, Nau Collection

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