ILLINOIS in the CIVIL WAR

"Pharoah's Army"


48th Illinois Infantry

"Pharoah's Army"
C&P Guemes Music, ©1996

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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


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.


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