BOB ANDERSON, my beau, Bob, when we were first aquent, You were in Mex-i-co, Bob, because by order sent; But now you are in Sumter, Bob, because you chose to go; And blessings on you anyhow, Bob Anderson, my beau! Bob Anderson, my beau, Bob, I really don't know whether I ought to like you so, Bob, considering that feather; I don't like standing armies, Bob, as very well you know, But I love a man that dares to act, Bob Anderson, my beau. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 74. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER (OLD & NEW ART) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON LYDIA DISTRACTED; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES PSALM 19. THE FIRST SIX VERSES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NORTHWARD FLIGHT AT DAWN by GAIL BROOK BURKET EPITAPH FOR ROBERT AIKEN by ROBERT BURNS THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER by ROBERT BURNS CONJUNCTION by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 1 by THOMAS CAMPION |