GRAFTED INTO THE ARMY
By Henry Clay Work

Our Jimmy has gone for to live in a tent,
They have grafted him into the army;
He finally pucker'd up his courage and went,
When they grafted him into the army.
I told them he was too young, alas!
At the captain's forequarters, they said he would pass. 
They'd train him up well in the infantry class,
So they grafted him into the army.

CHORUS: 
Oh, Jimmy, farewell! Your brothers fell 
Way down in Alabarmy;
I thought they would spare a lone widder's heir,
But they grafted him into the army.

Drest up in his unicorn -- dear little chap;
They have grafted him into the army;
It seems but a day since he sot in my lap,
But they grafted him into the army.
And these are the trousies he used to wear --
Them very same buttons -- the patch and the tear --
But Uncle Sam gave him a bran' new pair 
When they grafted him into the army. 


CHORUS

Now in my provisions I see him revealed --
They have grafted him into the army;
A picket beside the contented field.
They have grafted him into the army.
He looks kinda sickish -- begins to cry --
A big volunteer standing right in his eye!
On, what if the ducky should up and die
Now they've grafted him into the army.

CHORUS 

Songs of the Union