I come from Mannassas
With a pocket full 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.
2. 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-stiffrence
To neither you nor I,
They took to their heels, boys,
And you ought to see 'em fly.
3. I saw old Fuss-and-Feathers Scott,
Twenty miles away,
His horses stuck up their ears,
And you ought to hear 'em neigh
But it don't make a niff-a-stiffrence
To neither you nor I,
Old Scott fled like the devil, boys,
Root, hog, or die.
4. I then saw a "Tiger,"
From the old Crescent 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.
5. 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.
| 6. I saw old Virginia,
Standing firm and true,
She fought mighty hard
To whip the dirty crew;
Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence
To neither you nor I,
Old Virginia's blood and thunder, boys,
Root, hog, or die.
7. 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's some in a fight, boys,
Root, hog, or die.
8. 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-stiff'rence
To neither you nor I,
Alabama fought the Yankees, boys,
Till the last one did fly.
9. 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.
10. 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.
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