Private First Class Hannibal Shirley Dobbs

The end of the Civil War was near

When quite accidentally,

A hero who sneezed, abruptly seized

Retreat and reversed it to victory!

His Medal of Honor pleased and thrilled

His proud little family group;

While pinning it on, some blood was spilled

And so it was planned he’d command… F TROOP!

Where Indian fights are colorful sights

And nobody takes a lickin’,

Where paleface and redskin

Both turn chicken!

When drilling and fighting get them down

They know their morale can’t droop

As long as they all relax in town

Before they resume with a bang and a boom… F TROOP!

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