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A Life on the Vicksburg Bluffs, by Henry Russell


1. A life on the Vicksburg bluff,
a home in the trenches deep,
where we dodge "Yank" shells enough,
and our old "pea bread" won't keep.
On "old Logan's" beef I pine,
for there's fat on his bones no more;
Oh! give me some pork and brine,
and truck from a suttler's store.

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A life on the Vicksburg bluff,
a home in the trenches deep,
where we dodge "Yank" shells enough,
and our old "pea bread" won't keep,
pea bread, pea bread,
our old pea bread won't keep,
pea bread, pea bread,
our old pea bread won't keep.
2. Old Grant is starving us out,
our grub is fast wasting away,
Pemb' don't know what he's about
and hasn't for many a day.
So we'll bury "old Logan" tonight,
from tough beef we'll be set free;
we'll put him far out of sight,
no more of his meat for me!

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3. Texas steers are no longer in veiw,
mule steaks are now "done up brown",
while pea bread, mule roast and mule stew,
are our fare in Vicksburg town:
and the song of our hearst shall be,
while the "Yanks" and their gunboats rave;
a life in the bomb-proof for me,
and a tear on "old Logan"'s grave.

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