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We've got the cholerer in camp -- it's worse than forty fights; / We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as Isrulites; / It's before us, an' be'ind us, an' we cannot get away, / An' the doctor's just reported we've ten more to-day!
Oh, strike your camp an' go, the Bugle's callin', / The Rains are fallin' -- / The dead are bushed an' stoned to keep 'em safe below; / The Band's a-doin' all she knows to cheer us; / The Chaplain's gone and prayed to Gawd to 'ear us -- / To 'ear us -- / O Lord, for it's a-killin' of us so!