To my sisters Mary and Fannie, old Homestead Richmond, Ontario Co. N.Y.
"Yankee Robinson
at
Bull Run" (1867)
An original Comic
YANKEE SONG
Written and Sung
thousands of times by
the
GREAT YANKEE
[Fayetto Lodawish Robinson]
Arranged by
Geo[rge]. H. Briggs

St. Joseph, MO: P. L. HUYETT & SON
Chicago Lithograping Co., No. 152 & 154 Clark St.
Plate No. 101--4
[Source: 200001234@LoC/IHAS-CWM]

1.
If yew will lis’n tew my song, I’ve one that may please yew;
I’ve bin a tryin all along tew git up suthin new;
And as the fashion of the times is each one for himself;
I calculate tew make a rhyme, I don’t do anything else.

2.
I ’listed with the three months boys, Way down in old Varmount;
Our capting, he was a real hoss, He’d whip a catamount:
Jist as the roll was all fill’d up, We started off for war;
We did n’t care who we fit with, We warn’t particular.

3.
We landed down in Washington, with knapsacks all well filled;
But our capting tho’t, before we fought, we’d better all be drilled:
So ’twas “eyes right,” “toes out,” “form in line,” and “march out tew by tew;”
But there wan’t a man in the company that any of these things could dew.

4.
Our sargeant finally made a move, which all of us tho’t right,
That every man in the company on his own hook should fight:
So off we started in the night, and jist as day begun,
We jiined U. Sam’s grand army, and arrived safe at Bull Run.

5.
I fit sometime till I got a little tired, and begun to feel sort a dry;
And as I raised my canteen up, I spied “Black Horse” Calvalry:
So I cut dirt and run like a deer (yew couldn’t see my coat tail for the dust),
At “twoforty” pace, ten thousand in the race, tew see who’d get to Washington fust.