Cat. #0029 (MFH #25) - As sung by Fred High, High, Arkansas on February 12, 1958
VERSE 1
Now, come all you sons of Iway
Come listen to my song
If you will but pay attention
I won't detain you long
T'is at the galyant charge
At th Battle of Prairie Grove
And we with southern rebels
Unequal number was strode
VERSE 2
Although they outnumbered us
We charged them up the hill
Our Captain with good honor
He led us with goodwill
An' volley after volley
We made our shots to tell
Till our brave and leuitenant general fell
VERSE 3
How sorry was we next morning
To see those rebels wives
A hunting their dead husbands
With a many a solemn cry
And sister's finding brother's
Would wring their hands and cry
Says, o, dear bloody brother
For southern rights you've died
VERSE 4
And now this battle's over
An' people rest from toil
We'll bury our dead hero's
Beneath the southern soil
We'll bury them in honor
While on our des-parade
We'll place a board at each mans head
To show where he was laid