Civil War Song Revisited

To the melody of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again..."

When Father comes marching home again,
  Oh, no! Oh, no!
He'll give me a helluva spanking again,
  Oh no! Oh, no!
All the screaming I do
 Will never get through
  To Father's closed ear,
   Cuz it's perfectly clear:
That this 
 hurts -
  him -
   more -
   than -
    It'll ever hurt me,
  --Than it'll ever hurt me.  

Most of the time
  He's a kind man,
  My dad, he is.
At work they all say
  That he's more than ok
  Hurray!  Hurray!
But when I do something wrong
 It doesn't take long
  For him to turn
   On a slow burn
And take off his belt
 To give me a pelt
  On the back of my seat,
   So I can't sit down for a week---
Yet it 
 hurts - 
  him - 
   more - 
    than
     It'll ever hurt me.
   --Than it'll ever hurt me.

Now I'm a new dad,
 I've got me a son,
  Hurrah!  Hurrah!
I only hope that he'll not
 Call me father, but 'Pa;'
   Oh, 'pa!' Oh, 'pa!'
So I gotta be strong when he does wrong
 Not raise my hand and keep my belt on
  Cuz 
   then
    it' -
     ll - 
     ne -
      ver 
      Ever hurt him or hurt me.
      It'll never hurt him or hurt me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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