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