Sweet Anna
O h my sweet Anna pray for me
Don't want to kill my brother
There's smoke and mud
and rage and blood
One cannot see the other
Oh my sweet Anna pray for me
I cannot bear the sound
so thick the dead and the dying be
my feet won't touch the ground
My sweet Anna I must say
but for one drink of water
I'd milk a bull at the break of day
and sleep with the devil's daughter
On Christmas day there was a snow
the musket balls quit flying
and a joyous noise from American boys
drowned out the sound of dying
Oh Anna quick please send me news
Of you and all our children
give me strength to stay alive
as I walk amid the fallen
My hands were made to grip a plow
and sew the corn and barley
not for the madness I see now
not for this murderous folly
Sweet Anna should I make it home
should Heaven light the way
We'll stay in bed for a hundred years
give or take a day
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