FLIGHT OF DOODLES
Anonymous
I come from old Manassas with a pocketful of fun,
I killed forty Yankees with a single barreled gun;
It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Big Yankee, little Yankee, all run or die!
I saw all the Yankees at Bull Run,
They fought like the devil when the battle first begun.
But it don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
They took to their heels, boys -- you oughta seen 'em fly!
I saw Old Fuss-and-Feathers Scott, twenty miles away,
His horses both stuck up their ears -- you oughta hear 'em neigh;
But it don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Old Scott fled like the devil, boys -- root hog or die!
I then saw a "Tiger" from the Old Cresecent City,
He cut down the Yankees without any pity;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
We whipped the Yankee boys and made the boobies cry.
I saw South Carolina, the first in The Cause,
Shake the dirty Yankees till she broke all their jaws;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
South Carolina give 'em hell, boys -- root hog or die!
I saw old Virginia, standing firm and true,
She fought mighty hard to whip a mighty dirty crew;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Old Virginia's blood and thunder -- root hog or die!
I saw old Georgia, the next in the van,
She cut down the Yankees almost to a man;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Georgia fought the fight, boys -- root hog or die!
I saw Alabama in the middle of the storm,
She stood like a giant in the contest so warm;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Alabama fought the Yankees, boys, till the last one did fly!
I saw Texas go in with a smile,
But I tell you what it is, she made the Yankees bile.
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Texas is the devil, boys -- root hog or die!
I saw North Carolina in the deepest of the battle.
She knocked down the Yankees and made their bones rattle;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
North Carolina's got the grit, boys -- root hog or die!
Old Florida came in with a terrible shout,
She frightened all the Yankees till their eyes stuck out;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I,
Florida's death on Yankees, boys -- root hog or die!
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David Upton