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December 6, 2014

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Posted by gerardvanderleun at December 6, 2014 10:24 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines

I'm Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines
I feed my horse on corn and beans,
And sport young ladies in their teens
Tho' a Captain in the Army.
I teach the ladies how to dance
How to dance, how to dance
I teach the ladies how to dance
For I'm the pet of the Army

cho: I'm Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines
I feed my horse on corn and beans,
And often live beyond my means
Tho' a Captain in the Army.

I joined the Corps when twenty-one
Of course I thought it capital fun
When the enemy comes, of course I run
For I'm not cut out for the Army.
When I left home, mamma she cried
Mamma she cried, mamma she cried,
When I left home, mamma she cried,
"He's not cut out for the Army."

The first time I went out for drill
The bugler sounding made me ill
Of the battlefield I'd had my fill
For I'm not cut out for the Army,
The officers, they all did shout
They all did shout, they all did shout,
The officers, they all did shout,
"Why, kick him out of the Army!"

Note: An English music hall number that was very popular in the
U.S. around the turn of the (last) century: It survives chiefly
as a singing square dance call. RG

Posted by: chasmatic [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 7, 2014 6:10 AM

Hound Dawg Song
ev'ry time I come to town
the boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
makes no diff'rence if he is a houn',
they gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.
me an' lem briggs an' old bill brown
took a load of corn to town;
my old jim dawg, onery old cuss,
he just naturally follered us.
as we driv past johnson's store
a passel of yaps come out the door;
jim he scooted behind a box
with all them fellers a-throwin' rocks.
they tied a can to old jim's tail
an' run him a-past the county jail;
that just naturally made us sore,
lem, he cussed an' bill he swore.
me an' lem briggs an' old bill brown
lost no time a-gittin' down;
we wiped them fellers on the ground
for kickin' my old jim dawg around.
jim seen his duty there an' then,
he lit into them gentlemen;
he shore mussed up the court-house square
with rags an' meat an' hide an' hair.
every time I come to town
the boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
makes no difference if he is a houn',
they gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.

Posted by: chasmatic [TypeKey Profile Page] at December 9, 2014 12:44 AM

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