Jackson's Farewell

(Nelson’s Farewell)

Well, that poor old General Jackson
Is no longer in the air,
Sing toora loora loora looraloo,
On the tenth day of May at Chancerlorsville so fair,
Sing toora loora loora looraloo,

now his own boys didn’t like him,
so they shot at him full of grim,
it took a while for the infection to get through,

So let's sing our celebration,
It's a service to the nation.
So poor General Jackson Tooraloo.

At Bull Run they said that General Jackson

stood there like a wall
Sing toora loora loora looraloo,

but that bullet showed that he is not made of stone at all

Sing toora loora loora looraloo, 

Then he died there on a fever

By a bullet not a cleaver

And there was nothing his old doctor could do

So let's sing our celebration,
It's a service to the nation.
So poor General Jackson Tooraloo.