The Leg I left Behind



I am stumpless quite since from the shot

Of Cerro Gordo peggin',

I left behind, to pay Gen. Scott, '

My grub, and gave my leg in.



I dare not turn to view the place

Lest Yankee foes should find me,

And mocking shake before my face

The Leg I Left Behind Me.



At Buena Vista l was sure

That Yankee troops must surrender,

And bade my men hurrah, for you're

All going on a bender.



That all my hopes and plans were dashed,

My scattered troops remind me,

But though I there got soundly thrashed,

l left no leg behind me.



Should Gen. Taylor of my track get scent,

Or Gen Scott beat up my quarters,

I may as well just be content

To go across the waters.



But should that my fortune be,

Fate has not quite resigned me

For in the museum I will see

The Leg I Left Behind Me.



Note: After the Battle of Cerro Gordo, Santa Anna was so hotly

pursued by the U.S. troops that he had to abandon his splendid

private carriage, $70,000 in silver and his cork leg. The U.S.

troops liked this.

@soldier @war @Mexico @America

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