that night , the colonel and his aides watched somberly from a distance as the warsaw troops lit huge bonfires and drank the night away , singing ribald songs , firing their weapons in the air and making catcalls in his direction : oh , were the warsaw rifles , a damn fine rifle platoon , were off to caroliner , to catch ol john calhoun , well string him up an tickle him , until he splits his sides , then well come home an punch a hole , in ol joe smith besides !