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With Him We'll Bivouac.

AIR — Vive L' Amour — From the Swiss Cottage.

Though he wears a regimental suit,
Plain as that of some new raw recruit,
Yet what of that?
Glory follows the sound of his drum,
And laurels, instead of a flaunting plume,
Still decks his hat!

Oh, he will fight nobly — 'tis his duty,
For his dear Home, the land of love and beauty,
Then vive la gloire, Honor and Old Zack,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! with him we'll bivouac.
Oh, vive la gloire, Honor and Old Zack, &c., &c.

When he fights in country or in town,
Guns may threaten him and foes may frown,
All that absurd;
Waring high, he's sure to leave behind
The stars and stripes flaunting in the wind,
Pray take my word.

Oh, he will fight nobly — 'tis his duty,
For his dear Home, the land of love and beauty,
Then vive la gloire, Honor and Old Zack,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah with him we'll bivouac.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! for glorious Zack.

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