Three years ago this very day we went to Governors Isle
For to stand against the cannon in true military style
Seventeen American dollars each month we'd surely get
For to carry a gun and a bayonet with regimental step

We had a choice of going to the army or to jail
Oh it's up the Hudson River with a copper take a sail
Oh we puckered up our courage and with bravery we did go
Oh we cursed the day we went away with the Regular Army-O

There was Sergeant John McCaffery and Captain Donahue
Oh they made us march and toe the mark in gallant company Q
Well the drums would roll upon me soul this is the style we go
Forty miles a day on beans and hay in the Regular Army-O

We be dry as army herrings and as hungry as a Turk
The boys along the street cry out "soldier will you work"
We'd ship into the Navy for to plow the raging seas
But cold water, sure, we couldn't endure. Twould never agree with me

We'd join the politicians and we know we'd be well fed
Oh we sleep no more upon the ground but in a feather bed
And if a war it should break out, they call on us to go
We'll get Italian substitutes in the Regular Army-O

There was Sergeant John McCaffery and Captain Donahue
Oh they made us march and toe the mark in gallant company Q
Well the drums would roll upon me soul this is the style we go
Forty miles a day on beans and hay in the Regular Army-O

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