"Was it Beautiful to Shoot...?"

[psalm_onethirtyone]

There is a Union Civil War song called Father Abraham that Waen and I have had for flipping ages (along with half a dozen other Union songs and twice that many Confederate). It goes something like this:

We are coming, we are coming
Our Union to restore
We are coming, Father Abraham,
With three-hundred-thousand more
We are coming, we are coming
With three-hundred-thousand more

This is pretty much the extent of the song.

Waen and Vihljalmur were fooling around at some point and rewrote the lyrics so that they went like this:

We are coming, we are coming
Our Union to distress
We are coming, Father Abraham,
With three-hundred-thousand less
We are coming, we are coming
With three-hundred-thousand less

Waen, however, has just now taken the song, their parody, and new written words for it that she wrote, and then written piano music for it, and she plays it all the time. I hadn't seen the words before now. I'm posting them here because she'd like them printed, and, as our printer still is quite dead, everything that needs printing must be taken to the library. So. That's that explanation.

The other explanation goes as follows: I am posting it flocked instead of private because I rather would like people to read it.

Father Abraham (the amended version)

We are coming
We are coming
Our Union to restore
We are coming father Abraham
With three hundred thousand more
We are coming
We are coming
With three hundred thousand more

We're returning
We're returning
Our Union to distress
We are coming father Abraham
With three hundred thousand less
We're returning
We're returning
With three hundred thousand less

Father Abraham
Father Abraham
How can we keep it inside?
All our family have been wounded
All our loved ones they have died
Father Abraham
Father Abraham
All our loved ones they have died

Father Abraham
Father Abraham
Where have all the flowers gone?
They've been trampled under foot
They have been fallen upon
Father Abraham
Father Abraham
All the flowers they have gone

We're returning
We're returning
Our Union to distress
We're returning father Abraham
With three hundred thousand less
We're returning
We're returning
With three hundred thousand less

I am very proud of Waen, you know.

Comments

[lunaedraconis.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Absolutely.