Drummin' Drummin' Drummin'

Drummin' Drummin' Drummin' is a song from The One and Only, Genuine, Original Family Band. It was written by the Sherman Brothers and performed by Grandpa Bower (Walter Brennan) and children at the schoolhouse.

Lyrics
Grandpa: 

(Spoken)

When the war between the North and South

Had only just begun,

A little fella ran away

And joined up with his drum.

(Singing)

He became a drummer in a rifle company;

The youngest, bravest drummer boy in history.

'Cause he kept...

Drummin', drummin', drummin',

While the enemy kept a-comin.

Drummin', drummin', drummin',

Unafraid, he held his ground.

Drummin', drummin', drummin',

While the enemy kept a-comin.

Drummin' while the shot and shell was burstin' all around.

In the middle of a battle

That looked like sure defeat,

All the ranks began to break

And someone yelled, 'Retreat!'

But not that little drummer boy,

He stood there like a stone,

And played and played the battle roll all alone.

Yes, he kept drummin', drummin', drummin',

While the enemy kept a-comin'.

Drummin', drummin', drummin',

Unafraid, he held his ground.

Drummin', drummin', drummin',

While the enemy kept a-comin'.

Drummin' while the shot and shell was burstin' all around.

Grandpa:                                                                          Children:

When the soldiers that were fleeing                                  Drummin'

Heard his drum and shot at sight,                                     Drummin'

'Twas almost like a miracle,                                              Drummin' 

Their fear had turned to fight. He kept drummin'

And how they fought and how they won                           Drummin                                                       '

Is history today,                                                                 Drummin'

Because that little drummer boy showed the way.

Yes, he kept...

All:

Drummin', drummin', drummin',

While the enemy kept a-comin',

Drummin', drummin', drummin',

Unafraid, he held his ground.

Drummin', drummin', drummin',

While the enemy kept a-comin'.

Drummin' while the shot and shell was burstin' all around.

Grandpa (spoken):

They say a rose that blooms in summertime

Must die when winter comes.

But the memory of its perfume lives

Like the memory of those drums.

Well, now the war between blue and gray

Is fadin' in the past.

But the courage of that drummer boy

Is something that will last.

Grandpa:                                                                        Children:

Yes, he kept drummin', drummin', drummin',                  Drummin', drummin'

While the enemy kept a-comin'. And how, he kept comin'

Drummin', drummin', drummin',                                      Drummin', drummin'

Unafraid, he held his ground. And he held his ground.

Drummin', drummin', drummin',                                     Drummin', drummin'

While the enemy kept a-comin'. And how, he kept comin'

All:

Drummin' while the shot and shell was burstin' all around.