25
Prize Songs

"Jeff Davis in Crinoline" [circa 1865]
Words by CHA[rle]S. HAYNES.
Music by JA[me]S. E. HAYNES.

CHICAGO
Published by H. M. HIGGINS, 117 Randolph St.
[M 1640
  .H]
[LIBRARY OF CONGRESS
MUSIC DEPARTMENT.
Accession No. 24297
Class: Civil War
Case No. Ban.,C.
Stock No. Local Pian,]
[Source: civilwardigital.com]

1. Oh! in crinoline old Jess was caught
  fal lal lute tal li de o
In crinoline old Jeff was caught
  by us the other day;
We will take him straight to Washington.
He’ll never get away
With a fal lal lute tol li de up a da dy.

CHORUS 1-8.
His wife cried out when we came up
  fal lal lute tol li de oh
His wife cried out when we came up
“You must keep off I say
For if you provoke the President
He’ll hurt you right away
With a fal lal lute tol li de up a dady”

2. The guard came up onto the tent 
  fal lal lute tal li de o
The guard came up unto the tent 
  the lady thus did say;
Don’t disturb our privacy I pray you keep away
With a fal lal lute tol li di up a da dy.

3. Oh put on your duds the corp'ral cried 
  fal lal lute tal li de o
Put on your duds the corp'ral cried 
  dont make too much delay;
For we’re going to march to Washington
We must be off I say
With a fal lal lute tol li de up a da dy.

4. Old Jeff soon came unto the door 
  fal lal lute tal li de o
Old Jeff soom come unto the door 
  led be his wife and son;
And the way he tried to run from us
I tell you it was fun
With a fal lal lute tol li de up a da dy.

5. I pray you let my moth-er pass
  fal lal lute tal li de o
I pray you let my moth-er pass
  I’m sure she’ll do no harm.
For she wants to get some wa-ter
In this buck-et on her arm.
With a fal lal lute tal li de up a da dy.

6. Hal-loo! there boys the sold-ier cried
   fal lal lute tal li de o.
Hal-loo! there boys the sold-ier cried
  this la-dy lacks her furs:
And I tell you she looks fun-ny here
A wear-ing boots and spurs.
With a  fal lal lute tal li de up a da dy.

7. And whisk-ers too the ser-geant said
  fal lal lute tal li de o.
And whisk-ers too the ser-geant said
  she wears up-on her face
Now we’ll take old Jeff to Wash-ing-ton
To suf-fer his dis-grace.
With a  fal lal lute tal li de up a da dy.

8. And when we get him up there boys
 fal lal lute tal li de o.
And when we get him up there boys
  I’m sure we’ll hang him high
He will dance a-round on noth-ing
In the last ditch he will die.
With a  fal lal lute tal li de up a da dy.