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| | |f_book_title=The American Veteran Fifer |
| | |f_collector=A.F. Hopkins |
| | |f_year=1905 |
| | |f_page=No. 70 |
| | |f_theme_code_index=11H74 3675 |
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| d2e B2d|gfa gfe|dgB AGA|BGA G2 :| | | d2e B2d|gfa gfe|dgB AGA|BGA G2 :| |
| % The second staff of this tune, #70, is identical to the second staff of tune #69.
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| % This is highly suspicious and one of the tunes is believed to be in error. Both were
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| % contributed by the same person, however, and are not common, so the contributor may
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| % have knowingly composed or played both with the same second half.
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| % The tune is akin to "Rye Whiskey", as are the lyrics below from a civil war era diary.
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| %T:Rye Whisky
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| W:from the diary of William Lock Henthorn, excerpts of which were found at http://members.aol.com/RYouCuz/diary.htm
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| W:____________________________________
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| W:Dec 30th 1863
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| W:The Soldiers Lament
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| W:
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| W:1) one morning one morning in may
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| W:I herd a poor fellow lamenting & say
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| W:I herd a poor fellow lamenting & mourn
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| W:I am a poor union soldier & far away from home.
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| W:
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| W:2) adios to old Illinois I can no longer stay
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| W:hard times & The Rebels draw me away
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| W:hard times & the Rebels has caused me to mourn
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| W:I am a union Soldier & far away from home
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| W:
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| W:3) Oh abrham oh abrham tis for your Sake I live
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| W:that I left my dear people my country to defend
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| W:that I left my dear people to weap & to mourn
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| W:I am a union Soldier & far away from home
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| W:
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| W:4) Ile build me a castle on yonder mountain high
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| W:that my tru love may See me as She passes by
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| W:that my tru love may See me & help one to mourn
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| W:I am a union Soldier & far away from home
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| W:
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| W:5) Oh milly oh milly tis for your Sake a loan
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| W:that I left my dear mother to weap & to mourn
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| W:that I left you & mother & Sister all alone
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| W:I am a union Soldier & far away from home
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| W:
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| W:6) A cup of cold water a glass or two of wine
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| W:you may drink to your Tru love & ile drink to mine
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| W:you may drink to your tru love & help one to mourn
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| W:I am a union Soldier & far away from home
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| W:
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| W:7) Ile eat when ime hungry & drink when Ime dry
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| W:if the Rebs dont kill me ile live till I die
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| W:& if milly forsakes me She will cause one to mourn
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| W:I am a union Soldier & far away from home
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| W:
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| W:Writen by Wm J Long Co. C 22nd Ohio
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| W:Voz Inft.
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| W:_______________________________________________
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| W:
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| W:NOTE: Compare the above to the alternate verses to Rye Whiskey following, found at http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/pages/tiRYEWHISK;ttRYEWHISK.html
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| W:__________________________________________
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| W:Rye Whiskey
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| W:
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| W:I'll eat when I'm hungry,
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| W:I'll drink when l'm dry,
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| W:If the hard times don't kill me,
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| W:I'll lay down and die.
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| W:
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| W: Rye whisky, rye whisky,
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| W: Rye whisky, l cry,
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| W: If you don't give me rye whisky,
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| W: I surely will die.
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| W:
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| W:I'll tune up my fiddle,
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| W:And I 'll rosin my bow,
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| W:I'll make myself welcome,
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| W:Wherever I go.
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| W:
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| W:Beefsteak when l'm hungry,
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| W:Red liquor when l'm dry,
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| W:Greenbacks when I'm hard up,
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| W:And religion when I die.
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| W:
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| W:They say l drink whisky,
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| W:My money's my own;
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| W:All them that don't like me,
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| W:Can leave me alone.
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| W:
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| W:Sometimes l drink whisky,
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| W:Sometimes l drink rum,
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| W:Sometimes l drink brandy,
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| W:At other times none.
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| W:
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| W:But if I get boozy,
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| W:My whisky's my own,
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| W:And them that don't like me,
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| W:Can leave me alone.
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| W:
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| W:Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds,
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| W:I know you of old,
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| W:You've robbed my poor pockets
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| W:Of silver and gold.
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| W:
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| W:Oh, whisky, you villain,
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| W:You've been my downfall,
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| W:You've kicked me, you've cuffed me,
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| W:But I love you for all.
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| W:
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| W:If the ocean was whisky,
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| W:And I was a duck,
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| W:I'd dive to the bottom
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| W:To get one sweet suck.
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| W:
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| W:But the ocean ain't whisky
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| W:And l ain't a duck,
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| W:So we'll round up the cattle
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| W:And then we'll get drunk.
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| W:
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| W:My foot's in my stirrup,
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| W:My bridle's in my hand,
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| W:l'm leaving sweet Lillie,
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| W:The fairest in the land.
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| W:Her parents don't like me,
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| W:They say l'm too poor;
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| W:They say I'm unworthy
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| W:To enter her door.
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| W:
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| W:Sweet milk when l'm hungry,
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| W:Rye whisky when l'm dry,
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| W:If a tree don't fall on me,
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| W:I'll live till I die.
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| W:
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| W:I'll buy my own whisky,
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| W:I'll make my own stew,
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| W:If I get drunk, madam,
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| W:It's nothing to you.
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| W:
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| W:I'll drink my own whisky,
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| W:I'll drink my own wine,
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| W:Some ten thousand bottles
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| W:I've killed in my time.
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| W:
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| W:I've no wife to quarrel
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| W:No babies to bawl;
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| W:The best way of living
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| W:Is no wife at all.
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| W:
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| W:Way up on Clinch Mountain
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| W:l wander alone,
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| W:l'm as drunk as the devil,
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| W:Oh, let me alone.
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| W:
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| W:You may boast of your knowledge
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| W:An' brag of your sense,
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| W:'Twill all be forgotten
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| W:A hundred years hence.
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| W:
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| W:(Negro Variant)
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| W:In my little log cabin,
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| W:Ever since I been born,
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| W:Dere ain't been no nothin'
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| W:'Cept dat hard salt, parched corn.
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| W:
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| W:But l know whar's a henhouse,
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| W:De turkey he charve;
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| W:An, if ol' Massa don' kill me
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| W:l cain't never starve.
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| W:
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| W:(Variant chorus)
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| W:Rye whisky, rye whisky,
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| W:You're no friend to me;
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| W:You killed my poor daddy,
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| W:Goddamn you, try me.
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| W:
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| W:Additional verses
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| W:
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| W:O Mollie, O Mollie, it's for your sake alone
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| W:That I'd leave my old parents, my house, and my home.
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| W:
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| W:I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
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| W:And when I get thirsty I'll lay down and cry
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| W:
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| W:O baby, O baby, I've told you before,
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| W:Do make me a pallet, I'll lay on the floor.
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| W:
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| W:I will build me a castle on yonder mountain high
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| W:Where my true love can see me when she comes ridin' by.
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| W:
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| W:Where my true love can see me and help me to mourn.
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| W:I'm a rabble soldier and Dixie's my home.
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| W:
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| W:I'll get up in my saddle, my quirt in my hand,
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| W:And I'll think of you, Mollie, when in some distant land.
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| W:
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| W:I'll think of you, Mollie. You caused me to roam.
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| W:I'm a rabble soldier and Dixie's my home.
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| W:
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| W:But the ocean ain't whiskey, and I ain't no duck,
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| W:So I'll play jack o' diamonds and try to change my luck.
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| W:
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| W:I have rambled and gambled all my money away
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| W:But it's with the rabble army, O Mollie, I must stay
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| W:
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| W:It is with the rabble army, O Mollie, I must roam.
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| W:I'm a rabble soldier and Dixie's my home.
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| W:
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| W:The Union men and Yankees have forced me from my home.
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| W:I am a rebel soldier and far from my home.
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| W:
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| W:I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry.
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| W:If those Yankees don't kill me, I'll fight till I die.
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| W:
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| W:From American Ballads and Folk Songs, Lomax
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| W:Note: One of the more exhaustive texts.
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| W:
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| W:***************
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| W:The last half of of "The Soldier's Lament" does not have the same rhythm as the first and may reflect
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| W:some lost chorus or refrain with different words. Given the history of the 85th New York Volunteers with
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| W:which C.E. Larrabee may have served, the following words or something similar might match the rhythm,
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| W:be roughly consistent with the diary entry above,
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| W:________________________________
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| W:O Abraham, I came when you called me.
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| W:Oh Abraham, I left my fair home.
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| W:You might recall, I marched with your army,
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| W:But now I am stuck here at Andersonville.
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| W:________________________________
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| W:These words are purely conjectural and are offered here ONLY because they fit the meter of the mysterious
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| W:second half of the song and illustrate how it might fit appropriately with the first half.
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