_Patchwork and Powder Horn Songs of the American Revolution_ (Folkways FH 5278, 1975) can be downloaded from the Smithsonian. It has a number of amusing songs on both sides. Here is one:

THE WICKED REBELS

On the ninth day of November, at the dawning in the sky,
Ere we sailed away to New York, we at anchor here did lie.
O'er the meadows fair of Kinsbridge, how the mist was hanging gray,
We were bound against the rebels in the North Americay.

Oh, how mournful was the parting of the soldiers and their wives,
For that no one knew for sartin they'd return home with their lives,
All the women were a-weeping and they cursed the cruel day
That we sailed against the rebels in the North Americay.

All the little babes were holding out their arms with saddest cries,
And the bitter tears were falling from their pretty simple eyes,
That their scarlet-coated daddies must be hastening away
For to fight the wicked rebels in the North Americay.

Now with "God preserve our monarch" let us finish up our strain,
Be his subjects ever loyal and his honor all maintain.
May the Lord our voyage prosper and our arms across the sea,
And put down the wicked rebels in the North Americay.