Sorry - somehow the first verse got left off 1 `Twas on the twenty-fourth of March we got under way, Bound to the Western Bank on a bright and sunny day: The wind was off the land and clear was the sky; That night we shot in Portland Dock - Root, hog, or die. ---------- I also found a version in the Flanders collection from New Hampshire which I have not transcribed except for the first verse 3151 ROOT HOG OR DIE Lena Bourne Fish E Jaffrey NH D69A08 29:44 7/10/1941 When the Yankees came to Plymouth Rock to that forest dense and wild They were a brave and hearty lot from grandsire down to child For the leader when they landed there with a twinkle in his eye Said keep your muskets cracked? my lads for it's root hog or die
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