I wear a splendid uniform;
I ride a splendid nag;
I talk both loud and
Of Honor and the Flag;
But let the South be easy still,
Her soldiers need not fear.
Ne'er shot nor blow shall lay them
While I'm a Brigadier.
I canter gaily through the streets,
Attended by my staff,
Unheeding vulgar little
Who hoot and stare and chaff;
And such a staff! all foreign names,
Quite wonderful to hear,
Plain Yankee boys aren't good
For such a Brigadier.
I've Baron This and Duke of That,
And Prince of 'Tother, too,
The people ask me, "What on earthI have for them to do?"'Tis plain to all but vulgar minds,
I want a kindred sphere;
There's nought like title, blood and style,
To aid a Brigadier!
No bloody wounds or hurts for
Perhaps I am a sham;
But Politics and
Have placed me where I am;
I give my dinners, draw my pay,
Drink brandy, wine or beer,
And mean to have a jolly
While I'm a Brigadier.
Investigations pass me by,
Committees raise no row,
No one expects that I will fight --And faith,
I don't know how!
I'm not for use, but ornament,
So each day I appear,
In buttons, braid, in gold arrayed --A fancy Brigadier.
There are plenty in the
Who really like to fight --Give me money and good clothes,
And I'll be harmless quite,
Yet there is something on my mind,
That I can't quite make clear,
How can the Government
My style of Brigadier!
