Abraham's Daughter
Words and music by Septimus Winner
Oh! Kind folks listen to my song,
It is no idle story,
It's all about a volunteer
Who's goin' to fight for glory!
Now don't you think that I am right?
For I am nothing shorter,
And I belong to the Fire Zou-Zous,
And don't you think I oughter,
I'm goin' down to Washington
To fight for Abraham's daughter.
Oh! Should you ask me who she am,
Columbia is her name, sir;
She is the child of Abraham,
Or Uncle Sam, the same, sir.
Now if I fight, why ain't I right?
And don't you think I oughter.
The volunteers are a-pouring in
From every loyal quarter,
And I'm goin' down to Washington
To fight for Abraham's daughter.
They say we have no officers,
But, ah! They are mistaken;
And soon you'll see the Rebels run,
With all the fuss they're makin';
For there is one who just sprung up,
He'll show the foe no quarter,
(McClellan is the man I mean)
You know he hadn't oughter,
For he's gone down to Washington,
To fight for Abraham's daughter.
We'll have a spree with Johnny Bull,
Perhaps some day or other,
And won't he have his fingers full,
If not a deal of bother;
For Yankee boys are just the lads
Upon the land or water;
And won't we have a "bully" fight,
And don't you think we oughter,
If he is caught at any time
Insulting Abraham's daughter.
But let us lay all jokes aside,
It is a sorry question;
The man who would these states divide
Should hang for his suggestion.
One country and one flag, I say,
Whoe're the war may slaughter;
So I'm goin' as a Fire Zou-Zou,
And don't you think I oughter,
I'm going down to Washington
To fight for Abraham's daughter.
Oh! The soldiers here both far and near,
They did get quite excited,
When from their brethren of the south,
To war they were invited.
But it was to be, it is to be,
It can't be nothing shorter,
Oh! And if they call upon this child,
I'ze bound to die a martyr.
For I belong to the Fire Zou-Zous,
And don't you think I oughter?
I'm goin' down to Washington
To fight for Abraham's daughter.
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