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Butler And His Brother.
Two brothers came to New Orleans,
Both were the name of “Butler,”
The one was Major-General,
The other only Sutler.
The first made proclamations,
That were fearful to behold;
While the sutler dealt out rations,
And took his pay in gold
From women that were starving,
When the Yankee Doodles came;
This was his way of carving out
The road that leads to fame.
The sutler had some excuse,
The truth I’ll not smother;
While making money like the deuce,
He gave one half to Brother.
Chorus:
Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah,
The ass and mule will bray,
The Rebels think that ev’ry dog
Is bound to have his day.
