Brass-Mounted Army Cifras

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Oh soldiers, I've concluded to make a little song,
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And if I tell no falsehood, there can be nothing wrong.
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If any be offended at what I have to sing,
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Then surely his own conscience applies the bitter sting!
 
[Chorus]
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Oh, how d'ya like the army,
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The Brass-mounted Army,
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The high-falutin' army, where eagle buttons rule?
 
[Verse 2]
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Whiskey is a monster, and ruins great and small,
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But in our noble Army, Headquarters gets it all!
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They drink it when there's danger, although it seems too hard,
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But if a private touches it, they put him "under guard"!
 
[Chorus]
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Oh, how d'ya like the army,
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The Brass-mounted Army,
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The high-falutin' army, where eagle buttons rule?
 
[Verse 3]
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The Army's now much richer than when the war begun,
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It furnishes three tables, where once it had but one.
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The first is richly loaded with chickens, goose and duck,
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The next with pork and mutton, the third with good old buck!
 
[Chorus]
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Oh, how d'ya like the army,
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The Brass-mounted Army,
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The high-falutin' army, where eagle buttons rule?
 
[Verse 4]
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Our generals eat the poultry and buy it very cheap,
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Our colonels and our majors devour the hog and sheep.
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The privates are contented (except when they can steal),
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With beef and cornbread plenty, to make a hearty meal!
 
[Chorus]
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Oh, how d'ya like the army,
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The brass-mounted Army,
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The high-falutin' army, where eagle buttons rule?
 
[Verse 5]
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Sometimes we get so hungry, we're bound to press a pig,
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Then the largest stump in Dixie we're sure to have to dig!
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And when we fret an officer who wears long-legged boots,
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With neither judge nor jury, puts us on "double roots"!
 
[Chorus]
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Oh, how d'ya like the army,
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The Brass-mounted Army,
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The high-falutin' army, where eagle buttons rule?
 
[Verse 6]
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These things and many others are truly hard to me,
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But still I'll be contented and fight for Liberty!
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And when the war is over, O what a jolly time,
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We'll be our own commanders, and sing much sweeter rhymes!
 
[Chorus]
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Oh, how d'ya like the army,
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The Brass-mounted Army,
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The high-falutin' army, where eagle buttons rule?
 
[Verse 7]
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We'll see our loving sweethearts, and sometimes kiss them too,
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We'll eat the finest rations and bid old Buck adieu!
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There will be no generals with orders to compel,
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Long boots and eagle buttons, forever fare ye well!
 
[Chorus]
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And thus we'll leave the army,
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The Brass-mounted Army,
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The high-falutin' army, where eagle buttons rule!
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