There your favorite “Tac” will drill you again.
The 28th of August is a day every graduate remembers, for it is then the furloughmen return. I can see them now rushing[25] into camp. That evening there was a great time out on the color line; we plebes were turned out for the last time to amuse upper classmen. H⸺e and others sang their songs. Some of them had been sung so often that everybody knew them and joined in. The evening was a perfect one, and there were many ladies under the trees near the guard tents, who heaved a sigh to think that all gayeties were over at West Point until the next June. The following are some of the songs that were so often sung during my cadet days, to-wit:
- Old Black Joe,
- Dixie,
- Marching Through Georgia,
- Tramp, Tramp, Tramp,
- Hail Columbia,
- Star Spangled Banner,
- My Country,
- Annie Laurie,
- Red, White and Blue,
- Home, Sweet Home,
- Suanee River,
- Auld Lang Syne.
ARMY BLUE.
We’ve not much longer here to stay,
For in a year or two
We’ll bid farewell to “Cadet Gray,”
And don the “Army Blue.”
Chorus—
Army Blue, Army Blue,