Moodus At The G. A. R.

The big procession formed in line

Er’ kickin’ up an’ feelin’ fine.

Not actin’ much like goin’ to war

An’ facin’ bullets an’ cannon’s roar;

More like young colts down on the farm,

A prancin’ roun’ an’ safe from harm.

But wo could blame the vetr’an men

For feelin’ young an’ strong again.

As side by side marched North an’ South

With stars an’ stripes swung over both.

Post arter post, frum sea to sea,

Cum down the street an’ on by me;

Then like a heavy thunder roll,

The shook the earth frum pole to pole,

A band struck up with fife and drum

Thet good ol’ Yankee Doodle tune.

A man frum Texas, tall an’ stout,

Stretched up his neck an’ hollered out:

“whar’s thet band frum? Hear ther noise!”

“Thet,” says I, “is ther Moodus boys.”

The President turned his head to see

What on earth it all could be,

An’ smiled approvin’ly at the band

As on they marched beneath his stand.

An’ all along the line I hear

They give the boys a hearty cheer.

Aug. 13, 1890

Pub. in Ct.

Valley ad.

Aug. 15 in earlier book