Another non-Texas version, from the Springfield [Mo.] Daily News (Nov. 30, 1944). The columnist's father told him he'd learned the song in 1863 during Gen. John Hunt Morgan's raid into Kentucky, Indiana, and Ohio.


Come all you Southern Soldiers,
Wherever you may be.
A story I will tell you,
That happened unto me.

My story is nothing extra,
And my name I will not tell.
But every Southern Soldier,
I surely wish you well.

For at the age of 17 years,
I joined a marching band.
We marched from Oxford City
Aross the Cumberland.

Our captain did inform us,
And we found that he was right.
Before we cross the Ohio,
We will surely have to fight.

We saw the Yankees coming,
We heard them give the yell.
My heart did sink within me,
My courage almost fell.

I saw the smoke ascending,
It almost reached the sky.
My thought came in a moment
Is this my time to die [?].

We fought for three long hours
Before the strife was o'er.
The piles of dead and wounded
I had never seen before.

So let not this be your condition
Although you love to roam.
I ca tell you by experience
You had better stay at home.