Song | Battle of Bull Run |
Artist | Johnny Horton |
Album | Johnny Horton: Makes History |
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The sun shown bright and clear that day | |
We all left Washington | |
To lick the Rebel boys in grey | |
At the Battle of Bull Run | |
They came from Pennsylvania and some from Maryland | |
To see the Rebel boys get spanked by Honest Abe's broad hand | |
We said we'll run âem to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay | |
But they ran us back to Washington and Philadelphia | |
And Philadelphia | |
The ladies wore their brightest shawls | |
The gentlemen were gay | |
They came to see their Yankee boys WHIP old Virginia | |
I held my momma's hand and skipped | |
When a soldier said to me | |
Would you rather have Jeff Davis' hat or the sword of Bobbie Lee | |
We said we'll run âem to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay | |
But they ran us back to Washington and Philadelphia | |
And Philadelphia | |
And then the general doffed his hat and said let's rest a spell | |
And for the first time we all heard that awful rebel yell | |
The waters of MANASSAS creek became a ruby red | |
and many a Reb and Yankee boy lay in the willows dead | |
We said we'll run âem to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay | |
But they ran us back to Washington and Philadelphia | |
And Philadelphia | |
A fight locked in the chest of time too horrible to tell | |
Virginny's true green countryside became a lake of hell | |
Don't count your chicks before they're hatched | |
Or you'll work until it's done | |
Remember yes remember long the Battle of Bull Run | |
We said we'll run âem to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay | |
But they ran us back to Washington and Philadelphia | |
And Philadelphia |
The sun shown bright and clear that day | |
We all left Washington | |
To lick the Rebel boys in grey | |
At the Battle of Bull Run | |
They came from Pennsylvania and some from Maryland | |
To see the Rebel boys get spanked by Honest Abe' s broad hand | |
We said we' ll run em to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay | |
But they ran us back to Washington and Philadelphia | |
And Philadelphia | |
The ladies wore their brightest shawls | |
The gentlemen were gay | |
They came to see their Yankee boys WHIP old Virginia | |
I held my momma' s hand and skipped | |
When a soldier said to me | |
Would you rather have Jeff Davis' hat or the sword of Bobbie Lee | |
We said we' ll run em to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay | |
But they ran us back to Washington and Philadelphia | |
And Philadelphia | |
And then the general doffed his hat and said let' s rest a spell | |
And for the first time we all heard that awful rebel yell | |
The waters of MANASSAS creek became a ruby red | |
and many a Reb and Yankee boy lay in the willows dead | |
We said we' ll run em to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay | |
But they ran us back to Washington and Philadelphia | |
And Philadelphia | |
A fight locked in the chest of time too horrible to tell | |
Virginny' s true green countryside became a lake of hell | |
Don' t count your chicks before they' re hatched | |
Or you' ll work until it' s done | |
Remember yes remember long the Battle of Bull Run | |
We said we' ll run em to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay | |
But they ran us back to Washington and Philadelphia | |
And Philadelphia |
The sun shown bright and clear that day | |
We all left Washington | |
To lick the Rebel boys in grey | |
At the Battle of Bull Run | |
They came from Pennsylvania and some from Maryland | |
To see the Rebel boys get spanked by Honest Abe' s broad hand | |
We said we' ll run em to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay | |
But they ran us back to Washington and Philadelphia | |
And Philadelphia | |
The ladies wore their brightest shawls | |
The gentlemen were gay | |
They came to see their Yankee boys WHIP old Virginia | |
I held my momma' s hand and skipped | |
When a soldier said to me | |
Would you rather have Jeff Davis' hat or the sword of Bobbie Lee | |
We said we' ll run em to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay | |
But they ran us back to Washington and Philadelphia | |
And Philadelphia | |
And then the general doffed his hat and said let' s rest a spell | |
And for the first time we all heard that awful rebel yell | |
The waters of MANASSAS creek became a ruby red | |
and many a Reb and Yankee boy lay in the willows dead | |
We said we' ll run em to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay | |
But they ran us back to Washington and Philadelphia | |
And Philadelphia | |
A fight locked in the chest of time too horrible to tell | |
Virginny' s true green countryside became a lake of hell | |
Don' t count your chicks before they' re hatched | |
Or you' ll work until it' s done | |
Remember yes remember long the Battle of Bull Run | |
We said we' ll run em to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay | |
But they ran us back to Washington and Philadelphia | |
And Philadelphia |