THE GRANT PILL
Words by Harriet L. Castle
Music by  J.C. Beckel

You see, my jolly comrades, we are ripe and prime for battle;
We heeded not the cannon's roar nor grape shot's stinging rattle.
We were sworn to death or victory for our Union, God defend her;
And to only take from rebels unconditional surrender.

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Unconditional, unconditional, unconditional surrender!

Amidst the din of warfare and the shrieks of hosts a-dying,
We heard a shout of triumph, saw the flag of truce a-flying;
And we knew the rebel leader a petition came to tender,
But our gallant General Granted unconditional surrender.

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"'Tis unchivalric treatment to a man in my condition,
But I yield me," said their leader, so our armies gained admission.
Then our flag went up instanter, as she must, when braves defend her,
And while leaders have this war cry: "Unconditional surrender!"

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Hurrah! then for our Union, our Flag and Constitution;
While we've hands and hearts for battle we will have no dissolution.
Hurrah! then for our Union, peace and liberty attend her;
And henceforth be this our war cry: "Unconditional surrender!"

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Songs of the Union