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Old 1812 Welcome Here Again (Старый 1812, здравствуй снова)

Можно подумать, что в 1812-1814 американы одержали блястящую победу (а не получили на орехи) - такую, что надо было писать веселый марш и дудеть его в федеральные дудки...

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такую, что надо было писать веселый марш

Разумеется: Неуловимый Джо окончательно "отстоял свою независимость"^TM Фриииииидооооооооом!!!^TM

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Jine the Cavalry (Вступай в кавалерию)

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If you want to have a good time, jine the cavalry!
Jine the cavalry! Jine the cavalry!
If you want to catch the Devil, if you want to have fun,
If you want to smell Hell, jine the cavalry!

We’re the boys who went around McClellian,
Went around McClellian, went around McClellian!
We’re the boys who went around McClellian,
Bully boys, hey! Bully boys, ho!

припев: If you want to have a good time…

We’re the boys who crossed the Potomicum,
Crossed the Potomicum, crossed the Potomicum!
We’re the boys who crossed the Potomicum,
Bully boys, hey! Bully boys, ho!

припев: If you want to have a good time…

Then we went into Pennsylvania,
Into Pennsylvania, into Pennsylvania!
Then we went into Pennsylvania,
Bully boys, hey! Bully boys, ho!

припев: If you want to have a good time…
The big fat Dutch gals hand around the breadium,
Hand around the breadium, hand around the breadium!
The big fat Dutch gals hand around the breadium,
Bully boys, hey! Bully boys, ho!

припев: If you want to have a good time…

Ol' Joe Hooker, won’t you come out of The Wilderness?
Come out of The Wilderness, come out of The Wilderness?
Ol' Joe Hooker, won’t you come out of The Wilderness?
Bully boys, hey! Bully boys, ho!

припев: If you want to have a good time…

Любимая песня Джеба Стюарта и гимн его кавкорпуса.

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Richmond is a hard road (Трудная дорога на Ричмонд)

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Would you like to hear my song? I'm afraid it's rather long
Of the famous "Road to Richmond" double trouble,
Of the half a dozen trips and half a dozen slips
And the very latest bursting of the bubble.
'Tis pretty hard to sing and like a rolling ring
'Tis a dreadful knotty puzzle to unravel.
Though all the papers swore, when we reached Virginia's shore,
That Richmond was a hard road to travel.
CHORUS:
So pull off your overcoat and roll up your sleeves,
Richmond is a hard road to travel.
Pull off your overcoat and roll up your sleeves,
Richmond is a hard road to travel, I believe.

Then said Lincoln unto Pope, "You can make the trip, I hope
And save the universal Yankee nation,
To make sure of no defeat, I'll leave no lines of retreat,
And issue a famous proclamation."
But that same dreaded Jackson, this fellow laid his whacks on
And made him, by compulsion, a seceder,
And Pope took rapid flight in the middle of the night,
'Twas his very last appearance as a leader.

Last of all the Burnside, with his pontoon bridges, tried
A road no one had thought of before him.
With two hundred thousand men for the Rebel slaughterpen
And the blessed Union flag waving o 'er him.
He met a fire like hell, of canister and shell,
That mowed down his men with great slaughter,
'Twoas a shocking sight to view, that second Waterloo,
And the river ran more blood than water.

We are very much perplexed to know who is the next
To command the new Richmond expedition,
For the Capital must blaze, and that in ninety days,
And Jeff and his men be sent to perdition.
And when we take the cursed town, we will surely burn it down,
And plunder and hang up each cursed Rebel.
For the contraband was right when he told us they would fight,
"Those rebels, they would fight like the devil!"

Федератская песнь.

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Goober Peas

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Verse 1
Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day
Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away
Lying in the shadows underneath the trees
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas.
Chorus
Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas
Goodness, how delicious,
Eating goober peas.

Verse 2
When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule
To cry out their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule!"
But another custom, enchanting-er than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.
Chorus

Verse 3
Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now."
He turns around in wonder, and what d'ya think he sees?
The Georgia Militia, eating goober peas.
Chorus

Verse 4
I think my song has lasted almost long enough.
The subject's interesting, but the rhymes are mighty tough.
I wish the war was over, so free from rags and fleas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas.
Chorus

Goober Peas - это выражение, обозначающее и арахис (основную пищу голодающих конфедератских солдат), и жителя юго-востока (со значением "мужлан" и "деревенщина").

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The Invalid Corps (Инвалидный корпус)

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I wanted much to go to war,
And went to be examined;
The surgeon looked me o'er and o'er,
My back and chest he hammered.
Said he, "You're not the man for me,
Your lungs Are much affected,
And likewise both your eyes are cock'd,
And otherwise defected."

CHORUS
So, now I'm with the Invalids,
And cannot go and fight, sir!
The doctor told me so, you know,
Of course it must be right, sir!

While I was there a host of chaps
For reasons were exempted,
Old "pursy", he was laid aside,
To pass he had attempted.
The doctor said, "I do not like
Your corporosity, sir!
You'll "breed a famine" in the camp
Wherever you might be, sir!"

CHORUS

There came a fellow, mighty tall,
A "knock-kneed overgrowner",
The Doctor said, "I ain't got time
To take and look you over."
Next came along a little chap,
Who was 'bout two foot nothing,
The Doctor said, "You'd better go
And tell your marm you're coming!"

CHORUS

Some had the ticerdolerreou,
Some what they call "brown critters",
And some were "lank and lazy" too,
Some were too "fond of bitters".
Some had "cork legs" and some "one eye",
With backs deformed and crooked,
I'll bet you'd laugh'd till you had cried,
To see how "cute" they looked.

CHORUS

"Комические федеральные куплеты" и призывнике, который старался "откосить" от призыва и попал по состоянию здоровья в "Инвалидный корпус" (был и такой).

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StoneWall Jackon's way (Дорога Каменной Стены Джексона)

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Come, stack arms, men. Pile on the rails,
Stir up the campfire bright;
No matter if the canteen fails,
We'll make a roaring night.
Here Shenandoah brawls along,
There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong
To swell the brigade's rousing song
Of "Stonewall Jackson's way."

We see him now, the old slouched hat
Cocked o'er his eye askew,
The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat,
So calm, so blunt, so true.
That "Blue-Light Elder" knows 'em well
Says he, "That's Banks; he's fond of shell
Lord save his soul! We'll give him"...well,
That's "Stonewall Jackson's way."

Silence! Ground arms! Kneel all! Caps off!
Old Blue Light's going to pray;
Strangle the fool that dares to scoff;
Attention; it's his way!
Appealing from his native sod,
In forma pauperis to God--
"Lay bare thine arm; stretch forth thy rod;
Amen." That's "Stonewall's way."

He's in the saddle now! Fall in!
Steady, the whole brigade!
Hill's at the ford, cut off! He'll win
His way out, ball and blade.
What matter if our shoes are worn?
What matter if our feet are torn?
"Quick step--we're with him ere the dawn!"
That's "Stonewall Jackson's way."

The sun's bright glances rout the mists
Of morning, and, by George!
There's Longstreet struggling in the lists,
Hemmed in an ugly gorge--
Pope and his Yankees whipped before
"Bayonet and grape!" hear Stonewall roar,
"Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby's score
In Stonewall Jackson's way."

Ah, maiden! wait and watch and yearn
For news of Stonewall's band!
Ah, widow! read with eyes that burn
That ring upon thy hand!
Ah, wife! sew on, pray on, hope on,
Thy life shall not be all forlorn
The foe had better ne'er been born,
That gets in Stonewall's way.

Конфедератская песнь, прославляющая подвиги геренала Джексона. Есть легенда о том, что текст был найден в шинели убитого сержанта, и на него написали музыку.

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Cumberland's Crew (Команда "Камберленда")

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Современная аранжировка:

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Oh, shipmates, come gather, and join in my ditty
Of a terrible battle that happened of late.
Let each good Union tar shed a tear of sad pity
As he lists to the once gallant Cumberland's fate;
On the eighth day of March told this terrible story.,
And many a tar to this world bid adieu.
But our flag it was wrapped in a mantle of glory
By the heroic deeds of the Cumberland's crew.

On that ill fated day about ten in the morning,
The sky, it was clear and bright shone the sun;
The drums of the Cumberland sounded a warning
Telling each gallant seaman to stand by his gun;
An ironclad frigate down on us came bearing,
While high in the air her rebel flag flew.
A pennant of treason she proudly was flaunting,
Determined to conquer the Cumberland's crew.

Then our noble ship fired her guns' dreadful thunder;
Our broadsides like hail on the rebels did pour,
The people gazed on – filled with terror and wonder
As the shot struck her sides and glanced harmlessly o'er.
But the pride of our navy could never be daunted,
Though the dead and the dying the deck they did strew.
The Star Spangled Banner above them was flying.
God bless that dear emblem, the Red, White and Blue!
alt. lyric: [The flag of our Union above them was flying.
Sustained by the blood of the Cumberland’s crew.]

Three hours we fought them with stern resolution,
Till the rebels found cannon could never decide;
The flag of Secession had no power to gall them,
Though the blood from our scuppers did crimson the tide.
Then she struck us amid-ships, our planks she did sever.
Her fierce iron prong pierced our noble ship through;
And they cried as they sank ’neath the dark rolling waters,
“We’ll die at our guns!” cried the Cumberland’s crew.

Then slowly she sank ’neath Virginia’s dark waters;
Their voices on Earth they will ne’er be heard more.
They'll be wept by Columbia's brave sons and fair daughters,
May their blood be avenged on Virginia's shore.
But the banner of freedom can never be conquered,
For brave hearts and fearless will ever be true.
The flag of our Union how bravely was flying.
It was nailed to the mast by the Cumberland’s crew.

Все знают о бое "Вирджинии" и "Монитора". Но за день до знаменитого сражения броненосец конфедератов бился с другим кораблем - "Камберлендом". Обычный "деревяшко" нанес флагману южан больше повреждений, чем чудо инженерной мысли сутки спустя. Но, конечно, погиб - как и многие моряки его экипажа.

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Zip Coon

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O ole Zip Coon he is a larned skoler,
O ole Zip Coon he is a larned skoler,
O ole Zip Coon he is a larned skoler,
Sings posum up a gum tree an coony in a holler,
possum up a gum tree, coony on a stump,
possum up a gum tree, coony on a stump,
possum up a gum tree, coony on a stump,
Den over dubble trubble, Zip Coon will jump.

[Finish to each verse.]
O zip a duden duden duden zip a duden day.
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O it's old Suky blue skin, she is in lub wid me,
I went the udder arter noon to take a dish ob tea;
What do you tink now, Suky hab for supper,
Why chicken foot an possum heel, widout any butter.

O zip a duden duden duden zip a duden day.
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Did you eber see the wild goose, sailing on de ocean,
O de wild goose motion is a bery pretty notion;
Ebry time de wild goose, beckons to de swaller,
You hear him google google google google goller.

O zip a duden duden duden zip a duden day.
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I tell you what will happin den, now bery soon,
De Nited States Bank will be blone to de moon;
Dare General Jackson, will him lampoon,
An de bery nex President, will be Zip Coon.

O zip a duden duden duden zip a duden day.
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And wen Zip Coon our President shall be,
He make all de little Coons sing possum up a tree;
O how de little Coons, will dance an sing,
Wen he tie dare tails togedder, cross de lim dey swing.

O zip a duden duden duden zip a duden day.
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Now mind wat you arter, you tarnel kritter Crocket,
You shant go head widout ole Zip, he is de boy to block it;
Zip shall be President, Crocket shall be vice,
An den dey two togedder, will hab de tings nice.

O zip a duden duden duden zip a duden day.
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I hab many tings to tork about, but don't know which come first,
So here de toast to old Zip Coon, before he gin to rust;
May he hab de pretty girls, like de King ob ole,
To sing dis song so many times, 'fore he turn to mole.

O zip a duden duden duden zip a duden day.
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Американский фолк-сонг 1830-х годов.

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Coming to Us Dead (Вернулся мертвым)

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One morning when the office had opened,
a man quite old in years
Stood by the Express Office, showin signs of grief and tears
And as the clerk approached him,
these tremblin words did say
I'm waiting for my Boy sir, He's comin home today

Well you have made a slight mistake,
but you must surely know
That this is a telegraph office sir, and not the town depot
And if your Boy's a-comin home, the clerk did smile and say
You'll find him with the passengers
at the Station just over the way

No you do not understand me sir, the old man shook his head
He's coming not as a passenger, but by express instead
He's a-coming home to Mother, the old man gently said
He's comin home in a casket sir, he's comin to us dead

And then a whistle pierced their ears,
express train someone cried
The old man rose in a breathless daze
and quickly rushed outside
And then a long white casket was lowered to the ground
And showin signs of grief and tears,
to them as gathered round

He said do not treat him roughly boys,
it contains our Darlin Jack
He went away as you boys are, this way he's comin back
He broke his dear old Mother's heart,
her sayins have all come true
She said its the way that he'd come home,
if he joined the Boys in Blue

Грустная федеральная песнь о старике, который получил известие о смерти сына.