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Text: Oh, why did you ever enlist-- / Oh, why to the wars did you go? / Your mind must have been in a mist, / For surely the
danger you know. / The cannon balls fly through the air, / The bullets go whistling by; / And the enemy don't seem to care
/ If they hit you or not as they fly. / Then come home to arms of your love, / Before by fright you are hairless; / For believe
me, my own dearest love, / The Confederates fire too careless.
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