I'm a merry little Soldier,|
Fearing neither wound nor scar,
When in battle, no one bolder
Valour is my leading star.
To arms, to arms we'll fly,
When honor calls, no foe appals,
We'll conquer or we'll nobly die.
Then march away, march away,
Trumpets sound and symbols play,
March away! march away!
To the merry fife and drum.
2. Hark! the martial trumpets sounding,
3. Sons of the South! Sons of Freedom!|
Draw your swords; raise high your shield;
Haste, for Confederate future safety,
Make the Black Republicans yield.
4. Pretty maids with arms extended,
5. Lovely woman is a treasure;
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