作曲 : A. Dalsheimer and Henry Russell
A life on the Vicksburg bluff,
A home in the trenches deep,
Where we dodge "Yank" shells enough,
And our old "pea-bread" won't keep.
On "old Logan's" beef I pine,
For there's fat on his bones no more
Oh! give me some pork and brine,
And truck from a sutlers store.
A life on the Vicksburg bluff,
A home in the trenches deep,
When we dodge "Yank" shells enough,
And our old pea-bread won't keep,
Pea-bread Pea-bread, our old pea-bread won't keep.
Pea-bread Pea-bread, our old pea-bread won't keep.
Old Grant is starving us out,
Our grub is fast wasting away,
Pemb' don't know what he's about,
And he hasn't for many a day,
So we'll bury "old Logan" tonight,
From tough beef we'll be set free
We'll put him far out of sight,
No more of his meat for me.
A life on the Vicksburg bluff,
A home in the trenches deep,
Where we dodge "Yank" shells enough,
And our old "pea-bread" won't keep.
Pea-bread Pea-bread, our old pea-bread won't keep.
Pea-bread Pea-bread, our old pea-bread won't keep.
Texas steers are no longer in view,
Mule steaks are now "done up 'brown, "
While peabread, mule roast and mule stew,
Are our fare in Vicksburg town;
And the song of our hearts shall be,
While the Yanks and their gunboats rave;
A life in a bomb-proof for me,
And a tear on "old Logan's" grave.
A life on the Vicksburg bluff,
A home in the trenches deep,
Where we dodge "Yank" shells enough,
And our old "pea-bread" won't keep.
Pea-bread Pea-bread, our old pea-bread won't keep.
Pea-bread Pea-bread, our old pea-bread won't keep.