Sung by: Neal Morris
Recorded in Mountain View, AR 9/9/61

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Oh, ‘twas ten years ago
When the belle of the village
Gave her heart to the young millionaire.
Every tongue even those . . .
. . . ragged people,
Giving joy to the heaven-born pair.
She was sweet as the rose
That had bloomed in the valley.
He was manly, both noble and brave.
Tell me, where are they now?
A ragged procession
Marching down, down, down to the grave.

Hark, hark, the pageant passes,
Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp,
Hear the sound of the moving masses,
Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp,
Oh, Heaven, take our young men.
‘Tis King Bibler’s army marching
Down, down, down to the grave.

All Songs Recorded by John Quincy Wolf, Jr., unless otherwise noted

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Lyon College, Batesville, Arkansas
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