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SOLDIER'S JOY
Lyrics by Jimmy Driftwood - Traditional Tune

Some continental soldiers on a bivouac
Were playing stud poker in a mountain shack;
But every vigilante threw down his hand
When the captain of the guard gave the sharp command:

CHORUS: Jimmy, get your fiddle out and rosin up the bow.
Johnny, tune your banjo up. We're gonna have a show.
Billy, pass the jug around to Corporal McCoy.
We're gonna have a tune called Soldier's Joy.

The girls in Boston are dancin' tonight.
The gall-derned Redcoats are holdin 'em tight.
When we get there, we will show them how,
But that ain't a-doin' us no good now.

There goes General Washington.
He's got his horse in a sweepin' run.
The barefooted boys are beggin' to fight,
And we're gonna cross the Delaware River tonight.

Old Burgoyne in the wilderness
Got his army in an awful mess.
The farmers got mad at the British and Huns
And captured ten thousand of the son of a guns.

John Paul Jones in an old tin can
Scoured the ocean like a fightin' man.
The British said, "Paul, are you ready to strike?"
And Paul said, "I'm just beginnin' to fight."

General Washington and Rochanbeau
Drinkin' their wine in the campfire's glow.
Big Dan Morgan came a-gallopin' in.
He said, "We got Cornwallis in the old cowpen."

Wake up, Buddy. Have you heard the news?
Grandma Britain's got a terrible bruise.
The Redcoats cried and cursed Yorktown
While the band played The World's Turned Upside Down.

A homemade fiddle and a mandolin,
An old banjo and a tambourine,
A Big DUN bully for the soldier boy,
Everybody loves to hear the Soldier's Joy.