Down in Charleston Jail
(Sergeant Johnson)
When I enlisted in the army,
Then I thought 't was grand,
Marching through the streets of Boston
Behind a regimental band
When at Wagner I was captured,
Then my courage failed;
Now I'm dirty, hungry, naked,
Here in Charleston jail

cho: Weeping, sad and lonely,
Oh, how bad I feel!
Down in Charleston, South Carolina,
Praying for a good square meal

If Jeff Davis will release me,
Oh, how glad I'll be!
When I get to Morris lsland,
Then I shall be free
Then I'll tell those conscript soldiers
How they use us here :
Giving us an old corn-dodger,
They call it prisoners' fare

cho:

We are longing, watching, praying,
But will not repine,
Till Jeff Davis does release us,
And send us in our lines
Then with words of klnd affection
How they'll greet us there !
Wondering how we could live so long
Upon the dodger fare

final chorus:

Then we will laugh, long and loudly
Oh, how glad we'll feel
When we arrive on Morris lsland
And eat a good square meal!

Note: Composed by Sergeant Johnson of the 54 Massachussetts
(colored) Infantry while prisoners in a Charleston military
prison Parody of When this Cruel War is Over
@war @America @Civil @prisoner @food @bitching @army
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