General Butler

Butler and I went out from camp
at Bethel to make a battle
And then the south’rons whupped us back
just like a drove of cattle
(CHORUS) Come throw your swords and muskets down;
You do not find them handy
Although we Yankees cannot fight,
At runnin' we’re a dandy
And then we got a monster gun
Which gives us satisfaction
For seven miles are just the space
We Yankees lack in action
Whene’er we go out to fight
The south’rons give us lickin’s
But then we strive to get revenge
By stealin' all their chickens
Oh, Butler stays in Fort Monroe
And listens to the firing,
And when his men have met defeat
Him then goes out inquirin'
To say that Butler will not fight
Is certainly no scandal
For not a trophy has he gained
Except an old pump handle