He begin t’ look about.
They wuz lots o’ darkey soldiers
What wuz lined up in a row,
An’ he shore looked at ’em careful,
Walkin’ past ’em mighty slow.
An’ th’ Frenchmen come a-flockin’,
An’ they couldn’t understand
Why he warn’t a-wearin’ medals,
An’ gold braid t’ beat th’ band.
Then he made a little lectur,