500 Illustrated Ballads lithographed and printed by CHARLES MAGNUS, No. 12 Frankfort Street, New York.
Vir – Gin – A.
Now kind folks, your attention, come listen one and all,
About the great Rebellion, I’m bound to tell you all:
You’re welcome for to hear it if you will only stay,
And listen to the history of Vir-gin-a.
When I first enlisted the Union for to save,
I went down to Virginia all dangers for to brave—
But things did not turn out well, I’m sorry for to gay,
We did not make much headway in Vir-gin-a.
The first great battle of the war, was the battle of Bull-Run,
It was fought July, the twenty-first in eighteen sixty-one;
And after desperate fighting, our boys had to give way,
Back to Alexandria in Vir-gin-a.
The next misfortune happened us, it was at Balls Bluff,
Where that rascal, General Stone, betray’d us sure enough;
With fearful odds against us, we fought the bloody fray,
And each men there, had done his part in Vir-gin-a.
But then the tide was turned and we should look back,
The victory at Fort Donelson, the rebels did not smack
And then there Roanoke Island, was captured right away,
Which drove the rebels further into Vir-gin-a.
The next was at Winchester, where the gallant General Shields
Made that rebel leader, Stonewall Jackson for to feel—
That he was in command there and bound to have his way,
And that’s where Jackson first got licked in Vir-gin-a.
And then on the Peninsula, McClellan, he did go,
And if he had got men enough, he’d prove there overthrow;
But he did not have men enough, I’m sorry for to say,
Or he would drive the rebels, out of Vir-gin-a.
The nest great battle I was in it was at Gains Hill,
Where many a hero on each side, his precious blood did spill
They came and took me prisoner, and marched me straight away
To that hole that they call Richmond, in Vir-gin-a.
They shoved us in a hole, and there we had to stay,
With just enough to eat to keep the life in us each day:
And often have I heard my comrades for to say,
The devil take the prisoner in Vir-gin-a.
Now kind friends, if you wish to shove it through,
Give us back McClellan, for nothing else will do;
Let him plan and lead us, and give him his own way,
And he’ll beat all the rebels out of Vir-gin-a.
Now kind friends it does my heart full grieve,
To sec our Union in distress, but I hope it will be paved;
May peace again come to our land, and may we see the day,
Once more we’ll be united to Vir-gin-a.
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