Ditty for ditty—prepare to cheer.
My bluebirds, you can fling a cap!
You barehead Mosby-boys—why—clap!”
Nine Blue-coats went a-nutting
Slyly in Tennessee—
Not for chestnuts—better than that—
Hugh, you bumble-bee!
Nutting, nutting—
All through the year there’s nutting!
A tree they spied so yellow,