So corn-cobs twist your hair,
Gun-wheels run around you,
Alligators drag you off,
And empty kegs surround you!
The “mud-sills” have at length got tired
Of insolence and treason;
They’ll teach the rebels an all-fired
Lesson for the season.
Then sneak behind masked batteries,
Lay down in your trenches,
Send the darkies out on guard,
Make armorers of their wenches.