Some tell me 'tis a burnin' shame
To make the naygers fight,
And that the trade of bein' kilt
Belongs but to the white.
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Three years ago, to-day,
We raised our hands to Heaven,
And, on the rolls of muster,
Our names were thirty-seven;
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Comrades known in marches many,
Comrades, tried in dangers many,
Comrades, bound by memories many,
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LAURA
On me he shall ne'er put a ring,
So, mamma, 'tis in vain to take trouble -
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Three years ago to-day
We raised our hands to heaven,
And on the rolls of muster
Our names were thirty-seven;
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Good people all, both great and small,
I sing a tale of pity,
My hand I fling across the string,
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