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Three years ago this very day we went to Governors Isle

For to stand against the cannon in true military style

Seventeen American dollars each month we’d surely get

For to carry a gun and a bayonet with regimental step

We had a choice of going to the army or to jail

Oh it’s up the Hudson River with a copper take a sail

Oh we puckered up our courage and with bravery we did go

Oh we cursed the day we went away with the Regular Army O

There was Sergeant John McCaffery and Captain Donahue

Oh they made us march and toe the mark in gallant company Q

Well the drums would roll upon me soul this is the style we go

Forty miles a day on beans and hay in the Regular Army O

We be dry as army herrings and as hungry as a Turk

The boys along the street cry out «soldier will you work»

We’d ship into the Navy for to plow the raging seas

But cold water, sure, we couldn’t endure. Twould never agree with me

We’d join the politicians and we know we’d be well fed

Oh we sleep no more upon the ground but in a feather bed

And if a war it should break out, they call on us to go

We’ll get Italian substitutes in the Regular Army O

There was Sergeant John McCaffery and Captain Donahue

Oh they made us march and toe the mark in gallant company Q

Well the drums would roll upon me soul this is the style we go

Forty miles a day on beans and hay in the Regular Army O

With cords upon our heels me boys and bunions on our toes

From lugging the gun in the red hot sun with freckles on our nose

England tells us grenediers, France wears its zu zus

The USA never changes they say but always wears the blues

When we are out to pomperade our muskets must be bright

Or they’ll slap us in the guardhouse to pass away the night

And when we want a furlough to the colonel we do go

Go to bed and wait till you’re dead in the Regular Army O

There was Sergeant John McCaffery and Captain Donahue

Oh they made us march and toe the mark in gallant company Q

Well the drums would roll upon me soul this is the style we go

Forty miles a day on beans and hay in the Regular Army O

There was Sergeant John McCaffery and Captain Donahue

Oh they made us march and toe the mark in gallant company Q

Well the drums would roll upon me soul this is the style we go

Forty miles a day on beans and hay in the Regular Army O

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