I come from old Manassas with a pocket full of fun. I killed 40 Yankees with a single barrel gun. But it don't make a niffus difference to neither you nor I. Big Yankee, little Yankee, all run or die.
I saw all the Yankees at Bull Run. They fought like the devil when the battle first begun. But it don't make a niffus difference to neither you nor I. They took to their heels, boys, you ought to see them fly.
I saw old Fuss and Feather Scott 20 miles away. His horses both stuck up their ears, you ought to hear them neigh. But it don't make a niffus difference to neither you nor I. Scott fled like the devil, boys, root, hog or die.
I saw old Virginia standing firm and true. She fought mighty hard to whip a mighty dirty crew. But it don't make a niffus difference to neither you nor I. Old Virginia's blood and thunder, root, hog or die.
I saw old Georgia the next in the van. She cut down the Yankee soldiers almost to a man. Oh, it don't make a niffus difference to neither you nor I. Georgia fights a fight, boys, root, hog or die.
I saw Alabama in the middle of the storm. She stood like a giant in the contest so warm. Oh, it don't make a niffus difference to neither you nor I. Alabama fought the Yankees, root, hog or die.