If Grant and Sherman push on through,
We’ll cut the Southern States in two!
It’s not a question of white or black,—
But when States leave, we’ll bring them back!
They talk and talk in Washington,
While in the South they’re training men!
We had ’em whipped at Donelson,—
But now they’re ready to fight again!
When the brood mare foals, I’ll be away,—
I always spaded the garden in spring!