| Lyrics: | Down in Charleston Jail
(Sergeant Johnson)
When I enlisted in the army,
Then I
thought 't was grand,
Marching through the streets of Boston
Behind a regimental
band.
When at Wagner I was captured,
Then my courage failed;
Now I'm dirty, hungry,
naked,
Here in Charleston jail.
cho: Weeping, sad and lonely,
Oh, how bad
I feel!
Down in Charleston, South Carolina,
Praying for a good square
meal.
If Jeff Davis will release me,
Oh, how glad I'll be!
When I get to Morris
lsland,
Then I shall be free.
Then I'll tell those conscript soldiers
How they use us
here :
Giving us an old corn-dodger,
They call it prisoners'
fare.
cho:
We are longing, watching, praying,
But will not
repine,
Till Jeff Davis does release us,
And send us in our lines.
Then with words of
klnd affection
How they'll greet us there !
Wondering how we could live so long
Upon
the dodger fare.
final chorus:
Then we will laugh, long and loudly.
Oh,
how glad we'll feel
When we arrive on Morris lsland
And eat a good square
meal!
Note: Composed by Sergeant Johnson of the 54 Massachussetts
(colored) Infantry
while prisoners in a Charleston military
prison. Parody of When this Cruel War is
Over.
@war @America @Civil @prisoner @food @bitching
@army
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