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(To the tune of The Night they Drove Old Dixie Down)
Joseph Smith that's me
And I served as elite cavalry,
Til Hancock let the yetis run free
And they went on a killing spree.
In the winter of 68,
All we could eat was mammoth steak,
By the time the first snowflake had fell
The South was a snarling, shaggy hell.
The night they drove old Bigfoot down,
And all the generals were scowlin',
The night they drove old Bigfoot down,
And all the yetis were howlin'
They went Gragh! Gragh! Gragh! Gragh! Gragh! Gragh! Gragh!
Gragh! Gragh! Gragh! Gragh! Gragh! Gragh! Gragh! Gragh! RAWR!
