The Civil War of Cambreadth
Apologies to Heather Alexander
Our [Am]rifles flash and [G]sabers [Am]swing.
Hear the [G]bugle’s [F]piercing [Am]ring.
Horses charge a-[G]cross the [Am]field.
Fight those [G](Rebels)(Yankees) [F] ‘til they [Am]yield.
Even youngsters [G]not full-[Am]grown
Fight to [G]keep this [F]land their [Am]own
Sou-ound the bugle, [G]call the cry:
[Am]How many of [G]them can [F]we make [Am]die?
[Am]Follow orders [G]as you’re [Am]told.
Make the [G](Rebels’)(Yankees’) [F]blood run [Am]cold.
Fight until you [G]die or [Am]drop.
A force like [G]ours is [F]hard to [Am]stop.
Close your mind to [G]stress and [Am]pain.
Fight ‘til [G]you’re no [F]longer [Am]sane.
Let not one damned [G](Reb)(Yank) pass by.
[Am]How many of [G]them can [F]we make [Am]die?
[Am]Guard your women and [G]children [Am]well.
Send those [G](Rebels)(Yankees) [F]back to [Am]Hell.
We’ll teach them the [G]ways of [Am]war
And they won’t [G]come here [F]any [Am]more.
Use your musket; [G]use your [Am]head.
Fight ‘til [G]every [F]one is [Am]dead.
Raise the flag up [G]to the sky.
[Am]How many of [G]them can [F]we make [Am]die?
[Am]Dawn has broke, the [G]time has [Am]come.
Move your [G]feet to a [F]marching [Am]drum.
We’ll win the war and [G]pay the [Am]toll.
We’ll fight as [G]one in [F]heart and [Am]soul.
Even youngsters [G]not full-[Am]grown
[Am]Fight to [G]keep this [F]land their [Am]own
Sou-ound the bugle, [G]call the cry:
[Am]How many of [G]them can [F]we make [Am]die?