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The Soldiers Life, Composed by Members of Comp. G, while on short rations and forageing for a living after comeing in after a rainy night on picket. 1st Back to our lonely Camp, at dawn of day. The lucky Soldier, wends his weary way. In pensive study where on earth to make. Another raise, of a small how cake. 2nd Uncombed, unwashed, unshaved, and unshorn, Our clothes in stripes, bushes have been torn. Toes peeping from shoes, and tattered hat. Tired, cross, and wet as a drowned rat. 3rd Our store of wood collected for the night. To dry our cloths, and cook our little bite. A broken shovel fries our meat, and bakes. The hasty mixture, called hoe cake. 4th An oyster can for tea pot will suffice And pine or peach leaves hysons place supplies Our supper are we improve the chance To inspect our Shirt, and sew our pants