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Comrades many a year and day	A
Have fled since that glorious th of May	A
When we made the charge at Farmington	B
But until our days on earth are done	B
Our blood will burn and our hearts beat fast	C
As we tell of the glorious moments we passed	C
When we rode on the guns with a mighty shout	D
And saved Paine's army from utter rout	D
And our children in years to come will tell	E
How the nd rose through the shot and shell	E
Rode with a cheer on that th of May	A
And held the whole rebel army at bay	A
	-
Behind lay the swamp a dank morass	F
A marsh no horse nor man could pass	F
Save by one road one narrow way	A
But beyond that road our safety lay	A
In front rose the hills which the rebels held	G
With his howling cannon that raked and shelled	G
Our troops	H
We lay in the centre	I
Paine	J
Our general saw he must cross again	K
The narrow road or his men were lost	L
The road was narrow It must be crossed	L
And crossed in haste and the deadly rain	J
of the rebel guns Must be stopped said Paine	J
	-
Twenty four cannon thundered and roared	M
Twenty four cannon into us poured	M
Twenty four cannon A devil's den	K
Backed by full fifteen thousand men	K
Must be held at bay till our troops could pass	F
In order over the dank morass	F
Up to where the cavalry stand	N
Waiting in order the word of command	N
Gallops Paine And his mighty shout	D
Rings the daring order out	D
Take and hold that battery	O
Take it Whatever the hazards be	O
Draw sabres They flash in the startled air	P
Forward Gallop March Away	A
We ride We must show our steel today	A
	-
Gallop Charge On the rebels ears	Q
Ring the thundering Yankee cheers	Q
And on like a wave of maddened sea	O
On Dash the Iowa cavalry	O
Into the torrents of shot and shell	E
That shrieks and screams like the fiends of hell	E
Into the torrent of shot that kills	R
Into the torrent of shell that stills	R
The cheer on many a lip we ride	S
Like the onward rush of a whirling tide	S
Up to the cannon's mouth	T
Our cheers	Q
Curdle the blood of the cannoneers	Q
To right and left from his silenced guns	Q
In wild retreat the rebel runs	Q
And the charge of the Iowa cavalry	O
Rushes on	U
	-
Can you stop the sea	O
When the storm waves break on the sandy shore	V
Driving the driftwood awrack No more	V
Can the rebel resist the terrible charge	W
As we ride right up to their army's marge	W
They waver the fifteen thousand men	K
Waver and rally and waver and then	K
Our work is done	B
Paine's men had crossed	L
The swamp while our little band was lost	L
In the smoke and dust of the eager ride	S
And are safe at last on the other side	S
Then we ride back We had saved the day	A
By holding the whole rebel army at bay	A
While Paine made a hasty and safe retreat	X
Over the swamp	Y
	-
We had conquered defeat	X
	-
Comrades many a year and day	A
Have fled since that glorious th of May	A
When we made the charge at Farmington	B
And our time on earth is almost run	B
But when we are gone our children will tell	E
How we rode through rebel shots and shell	E
How we rode on the guns with a mighty shout	D
And saved Paine's army from utter route	Z
And carved in the temple of glory will be	O
The roll of the nd Iowa Cavalry	O
The brave old nd that never knew	A2
A deed too hard or rash to do	A2
The dear old nd that would have spurred	B2
Into Hell itself if Hatch said the word	B2

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