[00:04.447] Oh have you heard the glorious news, is the cry from every mouth,
[00:08.644] Charleston is taken, and the rebels put to rout;
[00:13.708] And Beauregard the chivalrous, he ran to save his bacon—
[00:18.376] When he saw General Sherman’s “Yanks,” and “Charleston is taken!”
[00:23.743] With a whack, rowdy-dow,
[00:25.499] A hunkey boy is General Sherman,
[00:28.023] Whack, rowdy-dow,
[00:30.143] Invincible is he!
[00:32.389]
[00:38.191] This South Carolina chivalry, they once did loudly boast,
[00:42.033] That the footsteps of a Union man, should ne’er pollute their coast.
[00:46.649] They’d fight the Yankees two to one, who only fought for booty,
[00:51.285] But when the “udsills” came along it was “Legs, do your duty!”
[00:57.249] With a whack, rowdy-dow,
[00:58.690] Babylon is fallen,
[01:01.053] Whack, rowdy-dow,
[01:03.628] The end is drawing near!
[01:05.954]
[01:11.705] And from the “Sacred City,” this valiant warlike throng;
[01:15.526] Skedaddled in confusion, although thirty thousand strong—
[01:20.315] Without a shot, without a blow, or least sign of resistance,
[01:25.556] And leaving their poor friends behind, with the “Yankees” for assistance!
[01:30.756] With a whack, rowdy-dow,
[01:32.765] How are you, Southern chivalry?
[01:35.404] Whack, rowdy-dow,
[01:37.570] Your race is nearly run!
[01:39.246]
[01:44.436] And again o’er Sumter’s battered walls, the Stars and Stripes do fly,
[01:49.234] While the chivalry of Sixty-one in the “Last ditch” lie;—
[01:53.924] With Sherman, Grant and Porter too, to lead our men to glory,
[01:59.244] We’ll squash poor Jeff’s confederacy, and then get “Hunkydory!”
[02:04.094] With a whack, rowdy-dow,
[02:06.713] How are you, neutral Johnny Bull?
[02:08.985] Whack, rowdy-dow,
[02:12.268] We’ll settle next with you!