The Ballad of F Troop

The end of the ci–vil war was near
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When quite ac–ci–den–tal–ly,
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A he–ro who sneezed a–rupt–ly seized
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De–feat and re-versed it to vic–to–ry.
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His me–dal of hon–our pleased and thrilled
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His proud lit-tle fam–ily group.
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While pin–ning it on some lood was spilled,
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And so it was planned he’d com–and F Troop.
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Where in–di–an fights are col–our–ful sights and no–od–y takes a
lick–in’,
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Where pale–face and red–skin oth turn chick–en.
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When drill–ing and fight–ing get them down
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They know their mor–ale can’t droop,
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As long as they all re–lax in town
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e–fore they re–sume with a ang and a oom, F Troop.
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