| The sun shown bright and clear that day we all left Washington
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| To lick the Rebel boys in grey at the Battle of Bull Run
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| They came from Pennsylvania and some from Maryland
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| To see the Rebel boys get spanked by Honest Abe’s broad hand.
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| We said we’ll run 'em to Atlanta
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| And to Galveston Bay
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| But they ran us back to Washington
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| And Philadelphia, and Philadelphia.
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| The ladies wore their brightest shawls the gentlemen were gay
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| They came to see their Yankee boys whip old Virginia
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| I held my momma’s hand and skipped when a soldier said to me
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| Would you rather have Jeff Davis' hat or the sword of Bobbie Lee.
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| We said we’ll run 'em to Atlanta
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| And to Galveston Bay
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| But they ran us back to Washington
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| And Philadelphia, and Philadelphia.
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| And then the general doffed his hat and said let’s rest a spell
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| And for the first time we all heard that awful rebel yell
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| The waters of Manassas creek became a ruby red
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| And many a Reb and Yankee boy lay in the willows dead.
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| We said we’ll run 'em to Atlanta
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| And to Galveston Bay
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| But they ran us back to Washington
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| And Philadelphia, and Philadelphia.
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| A fight locked in the chest of time too horrible to tell
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| Virginny’s true green countryside became a lake of hell
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| Don’t count your chicks before they’re hatched or you’ll work until it’s done
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| Remember yes remember long the Battle of Bull Run.
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| We said we’ll run 'em to Atlanta
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| And to Galveston Bay
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| But they ran us back to Washington
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| And Philadelphia, and Philadelphia… |