But winter is here and times are hard,—
I wonder who’ll slaughter and render the lard
With me in Corinth? Who’ll tend the mill,
With corn on hand and orders to fill?
Dragging guns through water and mud,
With cotton to plant and rice to flood!
The Army’s taken our horses and mules
And the children walk to the parish schools!
General Johnston’s almighty slow
Gettin’ this army ready to go!