Chamber Lye (John Haralson)‎

Thomas B. Wetmore

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CHAMBER LYE (JOHN HARALSON)	JNO HARALSON
John Haralson! John Haralson!	Jno Haralson! Jno Haralson!
You are a funny creature;	We read in song and story
You've given to this cruel war	That women's in all these years,
A new and useful feature.	Have sprinkled fields of glory;
You've let us know, while every man	But never was it told before
Is bound to be a fighter,	That how, midst scenes of slaughter
The women, bless them, can be put	Your Southern beauties dried their tears
To making lots of nitre.	And went to making water.
John Haralson! John Haralson!	No wonder, Jno., your boys were brave
Where did you get the notion	Who would not be a fighter
Of sending barrels around our street	If every time he shot his gun
To fill them with that lotion?	He used his sweetheart's nitre?
We thought the women did enough	And, vice verse what could make
At sewing shirts and kissing;	A Yankee soldier sadder
But you have put the lovely dears	Than dodging bullets fired from
To patriotic pissing.	A pretty woman's bladder.
John Haralson! John Haralson!	They say there was a subtle smell
Can't you suggest a neater	That lingered in the powder;
And faster method for our folks	And as the smoke grew thicker,
To make up our saltpetre?	And the din of battle grew louder
Indeed, the thing is so very odd,	That there was found in this compound
Gunpowder like and cranky,	This serious objection;
That when a lady lifts her skirt	The soldiers could not sniff it in
She shoots a horrid Yankee!	Without a stiff erection.