Lyr Add: We Pitch Our Tents on the Old Camp Ground

Subject: Lyr Add: WE PITCH OUR TENTS ON THE OLD CAMP GROUND
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 17 May 11 - 08:09 PM

Lyr. Add: We Pitch Our Tents on the Old Camp Ground
As sung by the Tribe of Jessie. Arr. Solomon Markstein

1
We'll pitch our tents on the old Camp ground
Few days, few days;
And give old slavery another round
On freemen on.
Old slavery is a liar and a conjurer too
Few days, few days;
He'll conjure me and he'll conjure you
On freemen on.

Chorus.
We have a foe down yonder
Few days, few days
We have a foe down yonder
Few days, few days
We have a foe down yonder
Few days, few days.

2
We've fought the old monster about twelve years,
Twelve years, twelve years
And will give him jessie when we catch him by the ears
Hurrah for the free
Make Kansas free and fence him in
Few days, few days
He'll die of the disease,
Original sin,
Hurrah for Kansas free.
3
They've put on a load that the north can't draw
But a few days, few days
And will break the infernal fugitive law
On for the right.
We'll shake from his tail many a rattle,
In a few days, few days,
If they vote for their slaves we'll vote for our cattle,
Hurrah for equality.
4
There was a man whose name was Brooks
Few days, few days
But he don't want to know how Canada looks,
Hurrah for the north.
He was asked to go, but was taken lame
In a few days, few days
He thought twarnt safe to try such a game
Hurrah for the free.
We'll have a North up yonder
In a few days, few days,
We'll have a North up yonder
On freemen on.
5
Old Toombs coming north to have a drill
In a few days,
And Muster his slaves on Bunker hill
Added two lines of melody, Andante-
Hark from the Toombs a doleful sound.
He'll have to come in very few years, few years,
Or forty thousand bayonets will bristle round his ears;
end, added melody lines
Hurrah for Liberty.
We'll have free speech down yonder
Few days, few days,
We'll have free press down yonder
On for the fight.
6
The south is bent on rule or ruin
In a few days, few days,
If they're going to dissolve they'd better be doin
And let the Union slide;
Let the southern confederate black flag wave
Few days, few days,
Twould break the chain from ev'ry slave
And make the whole land free.
Then march to freedom's battle
Onward, onward,
Our country to save.
Onward! Onward!
Onward ye brave.

Pub. by Horace Waters, New York City, 1857.
Sheet music at American Memory.
(Not well-printed, poor punctuation of lines.)