A Soldier in the Colored Brigade
A. W. Auner, Stationer and Printer, 45 North Ninth St., Philada.Pa.
A Soldier in the Colored Brigade.
Old Uncle Abraham wants us, and we’re coming right along,
I tell you what it is, we’re gwine to muster mighty strong;
Then fare you well, my honey dear, now don’t you be afraid,
I’s bound to be a soldier in de colored brigade.
O when we meet de enemy I s’pec we make ’em stare,
I tink he’ll catch a tartar when he meets de woolly hair;
We’ll fight while we are able, and in greenbacks we’ll be paid,
And soon I’ll be a colonel, in de colored brigade.
Wid musket on my shoulder and wid banjo in my hand,
For Union and de Constitution as it was I stand.
Now some folks tink de darkey for the fighting wasn’t made,
We’ll show dem what’s de matter in de colored brigade,
In days ob Gen’ral Washington we fought de British well,
Behind de bales wid “Hickory” I think we made ’em yell;
I tell you we’re de chickens dat can handle gun or spade,
And Greeley he’ll go wid us, in de darkey brigade.
Some say dey lub de darkey and dey want him to be free,
I s’pec dey only fooling and dey better let him be;
For him dey’d break dis Union which de’re forefadders had made,
Worth more dan twenty millions, ob de colored brigade
Den cheer up now, my honey dear, I hear de trumpets play,
And gib me just a little buss before I go away;
I’ll marry you when I come back, so don’t you be afraid,
We’ll raise up picanninnies for de colored brigade,
A. W. Auner , Stationer and Printer, 45 North Ninth St., Philada.Pa.