| Oh have you heard the glorious news, is the cry from every mouth
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| Charleston is taken, and the rebels put to rout
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| And Beauregard the chivalrous, he ran to save his bacon
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| When he saw General Sherman’s «Yanks,» and «Charleston is taken!»
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| With a whack, rowdy-dow
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| A hunkey boy is General Sherman
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| Whack, rowdy-dow
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| Invincible is he!
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| This South Carolina chivalry, they once did loudly boast
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| That the footsteps of a Union man, should ne’er pollute their coast
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| They’d fight the Yankees two to one, who only fought for booty
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| But when the «udsills» came along it was «Legs, do your duty!»
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| With a whack, rowdy-dow
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| Babylon is fallen
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| Whack, rowdy-dow
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| The end is drawing near!
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| And from the «Sacred City,» this valiant warlike throng
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| Skedaddled in confusion, although thirty thousand strong
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| Without a shot, without a blow, or least sign of resistance
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| And leaving their poor friends behind, with the «Yankees» for assistance!
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| With a whack, rowdy-dow
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| How are you, Southern chivalry?
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| Whack, rowdy-dow
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| Your race is nearly run!
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| And again o’er Sumter’s battered walls, the Stars and Stripes do fly
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| While the chivalry of Sixty-one in the «Last ditch» lie
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| With Sherman, Grant and Porter too, to lead our men to glory
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| We’ll squash poor Jeff’s confederacy, and then get «Hunkydory!»
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| With a whack, rowdy-dow
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| How are you, neutral Johnny Bull?
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| Whack, rowdy-dow
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| We’ll settle next with you! |