Stephen C. Foster, 1862
We live in hard and stirring times, Too sad for mirth, too rough for rhymes; For songs of peace have lost their chimes, And that’s what’s the matter! The men we held as brothers true, Have turn’d into a rebel crew; So now we have to put them thro’, And that’s what’s the matter! Chorus: That’s what’s the matter, The rebels have to scatter; We’ll make them flee, By land and sea, And that’s what’s the matter!
2. Oh! yes, we thought our neighbors true, |
3. The rebels thought we could divide, And Democrats would take their side; They then would let the Union slide, And that’s what’s the matter! But, when the war had once begun, All party feeling soon was gone; We join’d as brothers, ev’ry one! And that’s what’s the matter! Chorus:
4. The Merrimac, with heavy sway,
5. We’ve heard of Gen’ral Beauregard, |
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