Uncle Sam's Boys
Published by T.G. FUNSTON, 1348 Ridge Av., Stationary & Segar Store
UNCLE SAM’S BOYS. Written by H. ANGELO, Expressly for the Scott Legion.
New songs of late, we’ve had a score,
But I’ve another now in store,
I’spose you’ve heard of me before,
I’m one of Uncle Sam’s boys.
The Southern folks have all gone mad,
The Hydrophobi’s struck in bad,
And all that I have got to add,
If they don’t come too, they’ll wish they had.
Jeff Davis, he’s the rebel chief,
But very soon it’s my belief,
His time on earth will be but brief,
If he meets with Uncle Sam’s boys.
He privateers abroad may send,
To which, with pleasure, we’ll attend,
‘Pon all I say you can depend,
A Hempen rope will be their end.
Our Capital some one did say,
They’d easily take by first of May,
But I guess the time has past away,
For ’tis safe with Uncle Sam’s boys.
Our Spangled Banner waves there yet,
And shall for ages, you can bet,
Though treach’ rous States its folds beset,
‘Nary’ a star they’ll ever get.
A lasting shame on Baltimore,
She’ll long be made to feel the sore,
We thought her loyal as of yore,
To the cause of Uncle Sam’s boys.
While on their way to Washington,
Three of Massachusetts’ sons
Fell victims to the traitor’s guns,
Led on by Baltimorians.
Now there is Major Anderson,
Bully for him says every one,
He’s the boy that wouldn’t run,
For he’s one of Uncle Sam’s boys.
Worn down by hunger and labor’s hand,
Bravely fought his little band,
’Gainst hordes of traitors on the strand,
’Till forced to yield up his command.