There were companions on the march, as every soldier found, <br />With ceaseless zeal in digging deep in every spot around, <br />And though each hero killed a lot, still thousands more abound, <br />The graybacks so tenderly clinging. <br /> <br />CHORUS: O! ho! no! no! we never can forget. <br />Ow-ow! ow-ow! we almost feel them yet; <br />The busy little grayback teeth in us so firmly set, <br />Who went with us Marching Through Georgia. <br /> <br />The visitors were never big, in fact were very small. <br />In silence they put in their work, no sound they made at all; <br />They thought it was full fun enough to hear the comrades bawl <br />While graybacks were busily biting.-CHORUS <br /> <br />And never partial were those bugs, no mortal would they spare, <br />No dignity could keep them off, they just bit everywhere, <br />And generals could not deny but what each had a share <br />Of graybacks so constantly nibbling.-CHORUS<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-graybacks-so-tenderly-clinging/
