I wrote the lyrics to "Pharoah's Army" over the course of several weeks in 1996, beginning work shortly after I discovered the 48th Illinois' website maintained by Dr. David Stumpf. This tale is told through the eyes of William C. Farmer, a friend and tentmate of Corpl. Anderson (Andy) Avitts, who is David's great great grandfather. The Col. Haynie refered to in the song's opening line is Col. Isham N. Haynie, a distant relative of mine who recruited the 48th in autumn, 1861. There are several influences on this song, including a childhood spent listening to Time-Life albums of period Civil War music, an ongoing fascination with history in general and the Civil War in particular and the music of one of our country's best singer/storytellers, Steve Earle.
The challenge was to write lyrics that accurately reflected the four hellish years in which the 48th fought, but do it in the first-person perspective of Farmer. Here, after all, were young men, most of whom had never been more than 50 miles from home, suddenly thrust into a conflict that would see them move from the Midwest to the Deep South to South Carolina's Atlantic shore and then back to Arkansas before mustering out.
Fortunately, the song benefited from some tight editing by my brother, Carl Funk, who wrote the music and sings this version of "Pharoah's." Carl is a singer/songwriter from Seattle who also grew up on a steady diet of Time-Life records and Disney movies such as Johnny Shiloh. Carl is in the midst of recording his second independently produced CD, which will include "Pharoah's." Playing the pennywhistle is David Kincaid, a childhood friend of Carl's. On February 24, Kincaid released the critically acclaimed "Songs of the Irish Union Soldier 1861-1865," a compulation of music written by Irish-American songwriters during the Civil War. Many of the songs on the CD were rediscovered in the stacks of the New York Public Library and Brown University after more than 130 years.
Finally, if you listen very closely to the final chorus of "Pharoah's," you might hear a woman's voice around the campfire. It is the voice of my wife, Pam McGaffin. While we haven't proved it yet, there must have been a McGaffin or two tramping with the boys of the Irish Brigade.
Pharoah's Army |
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Colonel rode up to our farm In 1861 Said Father Abraham needs you boys He'll give you both a gun Now me and Andy Avitts His wife couldn't hide her tears We're headed to Camp Butler Colonel Haynie's volunteers We're the Fightin' 48th boys But they barely kept us fed Shoddy uniforms no shoes Only stars above our heads Cairo is a stinkhole Lord, tobacco whiskey rye So reckless with our health It was a wonder we survived (Chorus) We march with Pharoah's Army Sons of Southern Illinois From our father's land called Egypt Store clerk and farmer boy We march with Pharoah's Army Sons of southern Illinois Then one day in January Haynie cried, "It's war!" Grant's going down the Tennessee The Union to restore They boarded us at Cairo Like hogs to market born Me and Andy on the deck making bargains With the Lord |
We fought Śem at Fort Donelson We licked old Johnny there Haynie charged the Rebel guns I never knew such terror Andy won another stripe But Pittsburgh Landing really hurt I got shot outside a place of peace I nearly died at Shiloh Church (Chorus) We march with Pharoah's Army Sons of Southern Illinois From our father's land called Egypt Store clerk and farmer boy We march with Pharoah's Army Sons of southern Illinois We fought our way to Vicksburg At Corinth took the field Marched to Chattanooga Trust in God and Lee Enfield We bummed along with Sherman From Atlanta to the sea South Carolina paid the butcher's bill For treachery Me and Andy mustered out In 1865 Headed home for Egypt Thank the Lord we're still alive Four years, 10,000 miles The 48th blazed freedom's trail So gather Śround you farmer boys And hear this soldier's tale (Chorus) We march with Pharoah's Army Sons of Southern Illinois From our father's land called Egypt Store clerk and farmer boy We march with Pharoah's Army Sons of southern Illinois |
These words are the original lyrics and differ slightly from those in the song. |