Bob Anderson, My Beau

Bon Anderson, my beau, Bob, when we were first aqural.
You were in Mex-i-co, Bob, because by order sent;
But now you are in Sumter, Bob, because you chose to go;
And blessings on you anyhow, Bob Anderson, my beau!

Bob Anderson, my beau, Bob, I really don't know whether
I ought to like you so, Bob, considering that feather;
I don't like standing armies, Bob, as very well you know,
But I lore a man that dares to act , Bob Anderson, my beau.
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