Some tell us ’tis a burnin shame
To make the naygers fight;
An’ that the thrade of bein’ kilt
Belongs but to the white;
But as for me, upon my soul!
So liberal are we here,
I’ll let Sambo be muthered instead of myself
On every day of the year.
On every day of the eyar, boys,
And in every hour of the day;
The right to be kilt I’ll divide with him,
An’ divil a word I’ll say.
Private Miles O’Reilly
[Charles G. Halpine, NY soldier]