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There were companions
on the march, as every soldier found,
With ceaseless zeal
in digging deep in every spot around,
And though each hero
killed a lot, still thousands more abound,
The graybacks so
tenderly clinging.
CHORUS:
O! ho! no! no! we
never can forget.
Ow-ow! ow-ow! we
almost feel them yet;
The busy little
grayback teeth in us so firmly set,
Who went with us
marching through Georgia.
The visitors were
never big, in fact were very small.
In silence they put
in their work, no sound they made at all;
They thought it was
full fun enough to hear the comrades bawl
While graybacks
were busily biting.
(CHORUS)
And never partial
were those bugs, no mortal would they spare,
No dignity could keep
them off, they just bit everywhere,
And generals could
not deny but what each had a share
Of graybacks so
constantly nibbling.
(CHORUS)
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