A Yankee View
John Harralson, John Harralson, we've read in song and story
How woman's tears through all the years have moistened fields of glory,
But never was it told before how, mid such scenes of slaughter,
Your southern beauties dried their tears and went to making water.
No wonder that your boys are brave! Who couldn't be a fighter,
If every time he shot his gun he used his sweetheart's nitre?
And, vice-versa, what could make a Yankee soldier sadder
Than dodging bullets fired by a pretty woman's bladder?
They say there was a subtle smell that lingered in that powder,
That as the smoke grew thicker and the din of battle louder,
That there was found to this compound one serious objection:
No soldier could sniff it without having an erection.
How woman's tears through all the years have moistened fields of glory,
But never was it told before how, mid such scenes of slaughter,
Your southern beauties dried their tears and went to making water.
No wonder that your boys are brave! Who couldn't be a fighter,
If every time he shot his gun he used his sweetheart's nitre?
And, vice-versa, what could make a Yankee soldier sadder
Than dodging bullets fired by a pretty woman's bladder?
They say there was a subtle smell that lingered in that powder,
That as the smoke grew thicker and the din of battle louder,
That there was found to this compound one serious objection:
No soldier could sniff it without having an erection.
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