Ode to Sallie-文本歌词

Ode to Sallie-文本歌词

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In 1861, we gathered at Camp Curtin

To organize our ranks

Destination uncertain

Many folks would visit

Intent on raising spirits

For we knew not when

We might see them again

One day a local lady

Brought something quite amazing

A small pup with coffee tufts

A tiny bag of bones

But little did we know

The heart this dog would show

She filed in with the men

Drilled with strict regimen

Ms. Sallie Ann Jarret

The bravest of the brevets

The hero of all pit bulls

Destined for the cause

All she knew was strife

In her short years of life

Yet she tried her best

What a great dog she was

The war pressure mounting

We bound for Cedar Mountain

Sallie came a calling

For the struggle that ensued

We tried to keep her back

But she stayed with the attack

Nipping at the whizzing rounds

As they pummeled to the ground

And at bloody Antietam

She stayed firm with our men

Barking loud amongst the crowd

Showing the coming rebs her clout

At every fight observed

Sallie's courage was preserved

She showed the boys and how

What it meant to soldier now

Ms. Sallie Ann Jarret

The bravest of the brevets

The hero of all pit bulls

Destined for the cause

All she knew was strife

In her short years of life

Yet she tried her best

What a great dog she was

The fight at Oak Ridge

Proved heated and pitched

But Sallie held firm with us

Her resolve sure and true

We retreated into town

Sallie nowhere to be found

We feared the worst

Let out a curse

About our wayward hound

Two days soon passed

We searched the land at last

Hoping to find some trace

Among that ruined place

By our dead and maimed

Sallie sat starved yet sustained

Mustering her last protection

Guarding her beloved men

Ms. Sallie Ann Jarret

The bravest of the brevets

The hero of all pit bulls

Destined for the cause

All she knew was strife

In her short years of life

Yet she tried her best

What a great dog she was

[Verse

She was man's best friend

Right to the end

For at Hatcher's Run

Her final tale was spun

While advancing with her boys

A bullet struck her in her loins

Poor Sallie dropped with a yelp

Too late for anyone to help

Our men bitterly cried

As they buried her where she lied

The hot Confederate fire

Could not dissuade their design

Never shall we forget

The pup amongst our best

Who paid the greatest due

The best dog I ever knew