Way down in Virginia, That glorious old state; Old Lincoln's grand army, They tried very late, To establish a footing And enforce the laws; That sprung from the White House, From his lantern like jaws! Chorus. - Poor Mr. Lincoln; Poor old Abe Lincoln! Your power o'er the South Indeed is played out!
They started so early On a Sunday it seems, On the road to Manassas, In the rear were the teams With drums, fifes and trumpets, They looked mighty gay; But the Bull came across them They all ran away. Chorus.
Old Lincoln he started When the army came back, He blamed poor McDowell, For going on the wrong track; For risking his men, When for them he had need He kinder [sic] got riled, And poor Mac he did supersede. Chorus.
They have a new leader, McClellan's his name; From Western Virginia To the White House he came! To please this young hero Old Lincoln right then, Wrote his friends in the North, Send me down some more men. Chorus.
Mr. Lincoln's last order Though sad to relate, Shows that his grand army Is in a bad state. For he sent for the whole lot Rag tag and bob tail, Whatever you've got.
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