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'Oh he's nothing but a soldier '	A
But he's coming here tonight	B
For I saw him pass this morning	C
With his uniform so bright	B
He was coming in from picket	D
Whilst he sung a sweet refrain	E
And he kissed his hand at some one	F
Peeping through the window pane	E
Ah he rode no dashing charger	G
'With a black and flowing mane '	A
But his bayonet glistened brightly	H
As the sun lit up the plain	E
No waving plume or feather	G
Flashed its crimson in the light	B
He belonged to the Light Infantry	H
And he came to war to fight	B
'Oh he's nothing but a soldier '	A
His trust is in his sword	I
To carve his way to glory	H
Through the servile Yankee horde	I
No pompous pageant heralds him	J
No sycophants attend	K
In his belt you see his body guard	L
His tried and trusty friend	K
'Oh he's nothing but a soldier '	A
And a stranger in our land	M
His home is in the sunny South	N
By the blue Gulf's golden strand	M
But I wish I knew his people	O
Some little of his past	P
For father's always telling me	H
About our 'social caste'	P
'Oh he's nothing but a soldier '	A
But his eyes are very fine	Q
And I sometimes think when passing	C
They are piercing into mine	Q
Pshaw 'He's nothing but a soldier '	A
Come let me be discreet	P
But really for a soldier	G
His toilet's very neat	P
'Oh he's nothing but a soldier '	A
But last night he came to tea	P
What an interesting soldier	G
But then he's rather free	P
'Twas two o'clock this morning	C
Before he took his leave	R
He has my ring the fellow	S
But what's the use to grieve	R
He has been again to see us	T
The 'gentleman' in grey	U
He calls to see us often	F
Our house is on his way	U
At times he sadly seeks the shade	P
Of yonder grove of trees	V
I watched him once this soldier	G
I saw him on his knees	V
One day last week I asked him	J
To tell me of his home	W
He answered pointing to his camp	X
'Where'er these brave ones roam '	A
I asked him once to tell me	P
Of his mother sister dear	Y
A funeral cortege passed along	Z
Said he 'You have them here '	A
'Oh he's nothing but a soldier '	A
But this I know right well	A2
He has a heart of softness	T
Where tender virtues dwell	A2
For once when we were talking	C
And no one else was near	Y
I saw him very plainly	P
Try to hide a startling tear	B2
We are speaking of Manassas	T
Of that first great bloody day	U
When a handful of our 'bra'e ones'	C2
Held the Yankee hosts at bay	U
'Twas here he lost his aged sire	G
While fighting by his side	P
He sleeps beneath the crimson turf	D2
Where roil'd that bloody tide	P
'Oh he's nothing but a soldier '	A
But within that eye so clear	Y
There lurks no craven spirit	P
No timid glance of fear	Y
For though at pity's pleading	C
It can melt with tender light	P
I've seen it flash like lightning	C
Across the brow of night	P
'Oh he's nothing but a soldier '	A
Such as pass us every day	U
He calls them 'Ragged Devils '	A
But you know that's just his way	U
But there is one thing very funny	P
One thing I can't explain	E
That when this soldier goes away	U
I wish him back again	E2
'Oh he's nothing but a soldier '	A
And a stranger yet to fame	F2
But they tell me in the army	P
That the 'Boys' all know his name	F2
The Yankees too have heard it	P
They dread his battle shout	P
They have no wish to meet him	J
This dreaded Southern scout	P
'Oh he's nothing but a soldier '	A
Yet you'd call his features good	P
That cut he got at West Point	P
While fighting under Hood	P
He has a halting in his gait	P
A trifle in the knee	P
He brought it back from Sharpsburg	C
Where he went with General Lee	P
'Oh he's nothing but a soldier '	A
But his triumphs are not few	G2
He has seen our glorious battle flag	C
In all its trials through	G2
At Seven Pines he followed it	P
On the heights at Gaines' Mill	H2
At Williamsburg at West Point	P
In the smoke of Malvern Hill	H2
Oh he's nothing but a soldier	G
But then its very queer	Y
I feel somehow when absent	P
I'd rather have him near	Y
He's gone to meet the foeman	P
To stay his bloody track	C
O Heaven shield the soldier	G
O God let him come back	C
He is back again this soldier	G
With his eyes so deep and clear	Y
And his voice like falling waters	I2
Maketh music to my ear	J2
One empty coat sleeve dangles	K2
Where once a stout arm grew	G2
But this soldier says in hugging	C
He has no use for two	G2
'Oh he's nothing but a soldier '	A
And I know that on his form	L2
He bears the scars of conflict	P
And of many a battle storm	L2
But I wouldn't give this soldier	G
In his simple humble home	W
For all your perfumed monkeys	V
That strut about the town	P
He is back again this soldier	G
He is sitting by my side	P
Tomorrow ho for Texas	T
With his young Virginia bride	P
True 'he's nothing but a soldier '	A
But I'm now his loving wife	M2
Pledged through good report or evil	O
To dwell with him through life	M2

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