At Donelson the rebel horde Had gathered in their might, Determined there with fire ans sword To make a dreadful fight. But gallant Foote with his command Went in by water route, While Grant besieged upon the land, And smoked the rebels out. cho: Where volleyed thunder loudest pealed Along the front of war; The Gen'ral calmly viewed the field A-smoking his cigar. And Beauregard did swear, methinks, Upon his bended knee That his good horse should have some drinks All from the Tennessee. But ah! a "slip 'twixt cup and lip" that sweet illusion broke; For Grant just smote them thigh and hip And made the rebels smoke. The doughty Pem, at Vicksburg, too, Did naught of Yankees fear; Grant passed his guns in quick review And gained the city's rear. He pitched his tent, deployed his forse And lighted his cigar, Said he, "Misguided lads, of course, You know just where you are." And now, let politicans wait There's work for men to do; We'll place one in the Chair of State Who wears the army blue. The people know just what they want LESS TALK, and no more war For PRESIDENT, ULYSSES GRANT A-SMOKING HIS CIGAR!
A-Smoking His Cigar - Traditional Folk Song Midi Download
From The American History Songbook, Silverman
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