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"HEIR lips are still as the lips of the dead,

The tramp, tramp, tramp of ten thousand feet Keep time to that muffled, monotonous beat,

Rub a dub dub! rub a dub dub !

Ten thousand more! and still they come
To fight a battle for Christendom !
With cannon and caissons, and flags unfurled,
The foremost men in all the world !

Rub a dub dub! rub a dub dub!

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The foe is entrenched on the frowning hill, –
A natural fortress, strengthened by skill ;
But vain are the walls to those who face
The champions of the human race !
Rub a dub dub; rub a dub dub!

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“By regiment! Forward into line !!! Then sabres and guns and bayonets shine. Oh who feel

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fate at last, Repeat the old prayer as your hearts beat fast!

Rub a dub dub! rub a dub dub!

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Oh, ye who waited and prayed so long
That Right might have a fair fight with Wrong,
No more in fruitless marches shall plod,
But smite the foe with the wrath of God!

Rub a dub dub! rub a dub dub!

O Death! what a charge that carried the hill !
That carried, and kept, and holds it still !
The foe is broken and flying with fear,
While far on their route our drummers I hear,-

Rub a dub dub! rub a dub dub!

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[A body of negro troops entered Richmond singing this song when the Union forces took possession of the Confederate capital. It is an interesting fact, illustrative of the elasticity of spirit shown by the losers in the great contest, that the song, which might have been supposed to be peculiarly offensive to their wounded pride and completely out of harmony with their deep depression and chagrin, became at once a favorite among them, and was sung, with applause, by young men and maidens in wellnigh every house in Virginia.-EDITOR.]

AY, darkeys, hab you seen de massa,

Wid de muffstash on he face,
Go long de road some time dis mornin',

Like he gwine leabe de place ?
He see de smoke way up de ribber

Whar de Lincum gunboats lay;

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He took he hat an' leff berry sudden,
And I spose he's runned away.

De massa run, ha, ha!
De darkey stay, ho, ho !
It mus' be now de kingdum comin',
An' de yar ob jubilo.

He six foot one way an' two foot todder,

An' he weigh six hundred poun’;
His coat so big he could n't pay de tailor,

An' it won't reach half way roun';
He drill so much dey calls him cap'n,

An he git so mighty tanned,
I spec he 'll try to fool dem Yankees,
For to tink he contraband.

De massa run, ha, ha!
De darkey stay, ho, ho !
It mus' be now de kingdum comin',
An' de yar ob jubilo.

De darkeys got so lonesome libb’n

In de log hut on de lawn,
Dey moved dere tings into massa's parlor

For to keep it while he gone.
Dar 's wine an' cider in de kitchin,

An' de darkeys dey hab some, I spec it will be all fiscated,

When de Lincum sojers come.

LIBRI

De massa run, ha, ha!
De darkey stay, ho, ho !
It mus' be now de kingdum comin',
An' de yar ob jubilo.

De oberseer he makes us trubble,

An' he dribe us roun' a spell,
We lock him up in de smoke-house cellar,

Wid de key flung in de well.
De whip am lost, de han’-cuff broke,

But de massy hab his pay;
He big an' ole enough for to know better
Dan to went an' run away.

De massa run, ha, ha!
De darkey stay, ho, ho !
It mus' be now de kingdum comin',
An' de yar ob jubilo.

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