Come, Jeff, Come or Fort Donaldson is Taken

A W. AUNER, SONG PUBLISHER, 110 NORTH 10th St., ab, Arch, Philadelphia

Come, Jeff, Come or Fort Donaldson is Taken.

Fort Donaldson is taken,
The rebels they are shaken,
Old Tennessee is now in Union hands;
The rebels we have routed,
And General Floyd has scouted,
He stole away in spite of all our plans.

Come, come, come, Jeff, come,
Come with your old Beauregard;
We’ll thrash you so much,
And treat you so kindly,
You wont go back on old Abe very hard.

We’ve born with fondly,
But we’ll now whip you soundly,
though perhaps you think our army can’t:
Our biggest guns are blowing,
Our balls they are throwing,
We offer to you all a General Grant.

Come, come, come, Jeff, come,
Come with your old Beauregard;
We’ll thrash you so much,
And treat you so kindly,
You wont go back on old Abe very hard.

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