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Chamber Lye (John Haralson)‎

Thomas B. Wetmore
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Qualche buontempone nordista, conosciuta la canzoncina, prese...
WET MORE!JNO HARALSON
  
The women, bless their dear souls,Jno Haralson! Jno Haralson!
And everyone for warWe read in song and story
To 'soldier boys' they'll give them shoes,That women's in all these years,
Their stockings by the scoreHave sprinkled fields of glory;
They'll give their jewels all away,But never was it told before
Their petticoats to bootThat how, midst scenes of slaughter
They'll have saltpetre, or they'll shout,Your Southern beauties dried their tears
In earnest phrase--'Wet more'!And went to making water.
  
The women, were it not for themNo wonder, Jno., your boys were brave
Our country would be lost;Who would not be a fighter
They charm the world, they nerve our heartsIf every time he shot his gun
To fight at every cost.He used his sweetheart's nitre?
What care they how our powder's made?And, vice verse what could make
They'll have it, or they'll boreA Yankee soldier sadder
Through mines or beds in stables laid,Than dodging bullets fired from
And, straining, cry 'Wet more'!A pretty woman's bladder.
  
Women, yes they stoop to conquerThey say there was a subtle smell
And keep their virtue pure;That lingered in the powder;
It is no harm to kill a beastAnd as the smoke grew thicker,
With chamber lye I'm sure.And the din of battle grew louder
But powder we are bound to have,That there was found in this compound
And this they've sworn before;This serious objection;
And if the needful thing is scarce,The soldiers could not sniff it in
They'll 'press' it and 'Wet more'!Without a stiff erection.


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