We're the boys so gay and happy,
Where so 'er we chance to be.
If at home, or on camp duty,
'Tis the same, we're always free.
We left our homes and those we cherish,
In our own dear Texas land
We had rather fight and perish,
Side by side, and hand in hand.
Then let the Yanks say what they will;
We'll be gay and happy still.
Gay and happy, Gay and happy
We'll be gay and happy still.
Old Virginia needs assistance,
Northern hosts invade her soil.
We'll provide a firm resistance,
Courting danger, fire and toil.
Then let the guns and muskets rival;
Fill the sides of name we born.
We'll leave the fear of battle,
While the Yanks on our soil.
Then let the Yanks say what they will;
We'll be gay and happy still.
Gay and happy, Gay and happy
We'll be gay and happy still.