Babylon is Fallen

A.W.AUNER, Song Publisher, N.E.Cor. 11th,& Market, Philada.

Babylon Is Fallen.

Don’t you see the black clouds,
Risin’ ober yonder,
Where massa’s ole plantation am,
Neber you be frightened,
Dem is only darkies,
Come to jine and fight for Uncle Sam.

Don’t you see de lightnin’
Flashing in de cane brake,
Like as if we gwine to hab a storm,
No you is mistaken,
’Tis de darkey’s bayonets,
And de buttons on dar uniform.

Way up in de corn field,
Whar you hear de tunder,
Dat is our ole forty pounder gun,
When de shells are missin,
Den we load wid punkins,
All de same to make de cowards run.

Massa was de Kernel,
In de Rebel army,
Eber since he went an’ run away,
But his lubly darkies,
Dey has been watching,
An’ dey take him pris’ner tudder day.

A. W. AUNER’ S Printing Office, Eleventh & Market, Philada. Pa.

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