... as they would break forth in what was at that time a very popular song: I am lonely in my shanty, And rations are scanty, And thieving is the order of the day; The watch-dog is howling, A hungry Reb is prowling, Around the house the hens to steal away. Come, come, come, rain, come, Float over the tops of my boots; Come and I'll thank ye To drive away the Yankee Until our ranks are fill...