[00:00.000] 作曲 : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid
[00:01.45]When old Virginia took the field
[00:05.84]and wanted men torally on,
[00:10.03]To be at once a sword and shield,
[00:14.47]She formed her First Battalion.
[00:19.00]Although her sons were volunteers,
[00:23.54]And brave as ever bore a  brand,
[00:27.93]The good old lady had her fears,
[00:32.31]that they'd prove but  weak of hand
[00:39.02]She therefore wisely cast about
[00:43.46]For men of mettle and of mould,
[00:48.05]With nerve of steel and muscle stout,
[00:52.29]Like those that lived in days of old.
[00:56.87]She wanted men of pluck and might,
[01:01.45]Of fiery heart and horny hand,
[01:05.74]To wield a pick as well as fight,
[01:10.08]Or build a breastwork out of sand.
[01:19.37]Or should she march to meet the foe
[01:23.61]That threatened on her western border,
[01:28.30]She wanted willing men to go,
[01:32.62]When told to put her roads in order.
[01:36.96]Or should the Volunteers retreat,
[01:41.44]With baggage that might make them tarry,
[01:45.93]'Twould blunt the edge of their defeat
[01:50.42]To bear a hand and help them carry.
[01:59.76]Or should some die of fell disease,
[02:03.85]The surgeons having failed to save,
[02:08.35]Sure men who work with so much ease,
[02:12.59]Would volunteer to dig a grave!
[02:17.13]For these, and reasons quite as sound,
[02:21.47]When Old Virginia went to war,
[02:26.15]She circumspectly viewed the ground
[02:30.49]And plumped the middle man from taw!
[03:13.29]In other words, to change the figure,
[03:17.52]When she stood up and took her rifle,
[03:21.96]And put her finger on the trigger,
[03:26.41]She meant to work, and not to trifle.
[03:30.73]And standing thus, yet wanting then
[03:35.32]Some regulars to rally on,
[03:39.76]She took three hundred Irishmen
[03:44.20]And formed her First Battalion.
[03:53.29]And when the storm of battle sweeps,
[03:58.04]Where fiercest foemen sally on,
[04:02.12]There, hard at work, or piled in heaps,
[04:06.45]She'll find her bold Battalion!