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Oh ! it don't make a niff-a-stifference to neither you nor I, Old Virginia's blood and thunder, boys; 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-stiffercnce to neither you nor I,
Georgia's some in a fight, boys ; root, hog, or die,
I saw Alabama in the midst of the storm,
She stood like a giant in the contest so warm ;
Oh! it don't make a niff-a-stifference 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-stifference to neither you nor I, Texas is the devil, boys; root, hog, or die.
T 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-stift'erence 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-stifference to neither you nor I, Florida's death on Yankees; root, hog, or die. |
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