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PARADE MARCH

The sorcerer son of Circe has come,
From cypress shades, the great Comus!
To him this day all mortals succumb—
The mythical wizard Comus!

His cup is of crystal, filled with sweet wine.
He offers drink to all comers.
One drop in deep enchantment entwines—
The magical brew of Comus!

The Mystikal Krewe of Comus are we!
To him we pledge our devotion,
And wallow in a sensual stie!
The Mystikal Krewe of Comus!

How many the virgin tricked by his wiles
To sip his orient potion!
So soon she yields to wicked desire,
Her virtue seduced by Comus!

How many the weary traveler duped
To drink the draught o’ great Comus!
He now must wear the head of a brute,
His scruples o’ercome by Comus!

The Mystikal Krewe of Comus are we!
To him we pledge our devotion,
And wallow in a sensual stie!
The Mystikal Krewe of Comus!

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SOLDIER SONG

I’m a soldier-boy from Luzianna!
An’ fo’ Dixieland I’ll wear the grey!
Fo’ Dixieland I’ll join the fray!
With pride shall I defend her banner,
Marchin’ ‘neath the glorious Stars an’ Bars,
Marchin’ ‘neath the marvelous Bars an’ Stars!

I hear tell how grand ol’ South Car’lina
Tol’ them Sumter Yankees go to hell!
All it took was one good rebel yell,
Them Yanks took off like chickens flyin’!  Ha-Ha-Ha!

Then they marched right ‘cross Virginie country,
Makin’ threat to take ol’ Richmon’ town!
At Bull Run they got shooed aroun’—
Them Yanks lit out like cows a-runnin’!  Ha-Ha-Ha!

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