A submission from the Regimental Poet Laureate

Pvt. Mark Dockery

Our Gallant Captain

Our gallant Captain Morrow

Is first in every fight

We gladly follow anywhere

Be it morning or the night

He shares with us our every joy

And also shares our sorrow

In all the troubles we wouldn't have

If he wasn't Captain Morrow

So when we heard the rumor true

Not something that was phony

We anticipated all attending

His coming matrimony

Quick, make haste, no time to waste

The coming preparation

All are making ready

Across the Southern nation

Strike the tents, let's all commence

To make the party ready

Call up the band , and lend a hand

We'll keep the Captain steady

Polish your brass, and mend your clothes

Make sure your musket's clean

Let all the 25th soldiers

Make their swords and sabers gleam

Let all assemble, rank and file

For this wedding bliss

We'll all join in with glorious smiles

It's something we won't miss

Let soldiers come from miles around

With great anticipation

But wait, what is that you say?

We have no invitation!

We follow our great captain

Through every thick and thin

In every skirmish, every fight

We're sure we'll always win

But in this one last instance, for which we can't atone

On our gallant captain's wedding day, he had to stand alone

We know our uniforms are bare, and our manners sometimes rough

And we know sometimes we don't wash behind our ears enough

We understand dear Captain, and missus Morrow too

It was of course for our own good, as well as good for you

We all know, if we were there, if only that we could

Instead of throwing the usual rice, we'd have all thrown firewood!