We’re the Navasota volunteers, our county is named Grimes;
Oh, come along, my conscript boys, we can’t leave you behind;
Jeff Davis is our President, and Stephens is the Vice—
At the head of our armies are Lee, Beauregard and Price.
We have other officers and generals in command,
To lead our gallant forces on, and give the right command;
Good old Magruder’s our choice, and will help the Yankees roast;
So come and go along with us, and help defend the coast.
O come along, my jolly boys, and help us all to fight—
To go against old Uncle Abe I know that we are right;
So come along, my countrymen, and with us take your stand;
With help of God, we’ll whip old Abe, and all his Yankee band.
Come volunteer, my brave, brave boys, and help to fight it out;
We can whip the Abolitionists, without a single doubt;
We are volunteers of Texas—we are the very chaps,
To whip the Abolitionists, and stop their “nutmeg” traps.
Come volunteer, my Texas boys, altho’ you are forty-six—
We’ll whip old Abe and Buell, with all their Yankee tricks;
Their armies are invading us, and this we cannot stand,
We must whip them back to Yankeedom, O come and take a hand.
Come, all of you brave Southerners, and join our common cause,
To go against old Lincoln and all his Yankee boys;
If we find them on the hills, or find them in their ditches,
If you go along with us we’ll whip them out their “britches.”
Now, there is our good doctor, with his powder and his pills,
Who is willing to go with us and cure us of our ills;
There are some of our countrymen, whose names I will not tell,
Who say they cannot volunteer, “for they are not very well!”
There is the officeseeker! altho’ not very noted,
He would go along with us if he could only be promoted!
There is the little lawyer! who is of no great note,
He will not go along with us unless we will promote!
Now, there is the merchant! with his all in his hand,
Who’ll sell unto his customers at the highest price he can;
If you say to the merchant, when you go in to trade,
“I cannot stand your price,” he’ll holler out “Blockade!”
And then there’s the yearling thief, that ought to go to battle;
The country would be better off rid of all such cattle;
And there’s the rich planters, with their negroes and their lands,
They will not go along with us to fight old Lincoln’s bands.
They remind me of a tale, perhaps you’ve heard yourself:
While a woman fought a bear her husband hid himself;
The battle was fought, and the good old lady won it—
Old man then came crawling out—“Old woman, hain’t we done it!”
There are speculating parsons, who wish their country well—
And they will warn poor sinners of going down to hell;
They cannot go along with us, they do not wish to fight,
They’ll stay at home to prey on us, that all may come out right.
Now unto all such fellows be everlasting shame;
And all our honest countrymen will surely them disdain;
Come, all ye Texas ladies, now listen to my song,
And do not marry any man that will not go along.
To defend the coast of Texas we all feel now inclined;
To leave our wives and little ones in the care of those behind;
We hope that they’ll prove faithful, and to their wants attend,
And see that they’re provided for while we the land defend.
Farewell! my friends and neighbors, we bid you all adieu.
Farewell to wife and children! we now must part with you!
O God! in mercy bless us! sustain us by Thy grace!
And grant we all may meet again our lov’d ones to embrace! |
