Song of the 214th Regt. P.V.

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Song of the 214th Regt. P.V.

On the Eighth day of April, I suppose you all know,
We marched to the Depot with great pomp and show,
Dressed up in the “Blue” with muskets so bright,
With white gloves and chokers we made a grand sight.
At Stevenson’s Station our troubles began,
We found that our soldiering was only a sham;
The war was all over, there was no excuse,
To retain us in Service for we were of no use.

But then it so happened that while we were there,
Our Colonel had made out a good “Bill of Fare;”
Drills before breakfast, Review the next day,
And then an Inspection to pass time away.
Sometimes we would have no drill when the weather was
damp,

But we’d have to cut “Cedars” to build up our Camp,
And when we got through they gave us a “Treat,”
They fed us with Codfish instead of Fresh Meat.

One day in the Summer, in the warm month of June,
We had been drilling from breakfast time almost till noon;
The Colonel said to us, (we remember it well)
“I’ll drill you six hours, if it’s hotter than hell.”
We thought that in Washington our troubles would end,
But we found that our Rulers, their ways did not mend,
For they gave us a Pill that stuck in our throats,
When they forced us to take those Shoddy Dress Coats.

And then for a season they gave us “sweet” grub,
Stale, mouldy hard tack, well seasoned with bugs;
And many a time we’ve had to buy bread,
We were forced to do it, or go hungry to bed.
But “forgiving all those who trespass against us,”
We hope that these lines will not make any fuss,
And none of our troubles will we mention again,
“For we got a large Bounty and should’nt complain.”

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