Well, I'm from New York, I am
From up north in Yankee land
Then one day the Union Army came a-calling
They said son grab up your gun
There is glory to be won
And soon the Dixie boys will be a-falling
One, two, three, it's the Union cause for me
And to fear the great shot of the cannons roar
For Liberty, and happily, and bury me back home in old New York
Now I miss my family
And I miss New York City
But to run away from war is a disgrace
If the rebels shoot me down
Tell my family I was found
On the ground with a smile on my face