For in youth I had no eddercation, ’Cept crumbs pick’d up by the way, A scratchin’ figgers on the old school house Of our pedergogue, Milton Gray. Of course, ye know I war one of them chaps What with Sherman march’d ter the sea, From Atlanter, the stronghold we’d captur’d, Ter the forts down on the ’Gechee.
It war in Nervember we burn’d the place: On the seventeenth we cut loose From our base of surplies, and started orf Ter exercute Sherman’s ruse, That he war playin’ on Hood, the rebel, Who’d unkiver’d his flanks ter soon, For he left the way cl’ar for us ter raid Ter Servanner or ter the moon!
It war on that march the ervent tuk place Of which I am goin’ ter tell, Of how I ran inter a nest ef bees, And thar got a foretaste of hell! On the sixth day out we had got well down In Berks county, n’ar the borders, And on that ere raid, ye may bet yer pile, We did not car’ much for orders!
But each man dug out upon his own hook, And rush’d for the front and plunder: N’arly all of ’em got thar full of it, But some of the boys went under; For, ye see, thar war stray rebels erbout, Who would swing ’em up by the necks, When they cetch’d ’em totin’ erway the grub— And hundreds parsed in thar checks!
In them days I war not at all skeery— Impressin’ a mule, I lit out For the front, whar the bummers war raidin’ And scourin’ the country erbout— Stealin’ chickens, or killin’ hogs by day, (Or goin’ through a trunk, perchance;) Then at night they would camp for ter eat ’em, With pickets thrown out in advance.
They would coral thar mules in the forest, Unsling knapsacks and build a fire, Of pine logs, dry knots, or rails from the farms; Then, chuck full of pork, they’d rertire Ter slumbers disturb’d by the dyin’ squeals Of swine they had slaughter’d for tea, ’Til they thought the devils had come back from Those Jesus druv inter the sea!
As I have told ye, I jin’d the bummers With my mule, my gun and canteen, And the days that I roam’d about with ’em War the jolliest I have seen; But as we pars’d out of Berks one mornin’, Far erhead of the “acorn” corps, We soon diskiver’d a fine old homestead, And a fair young gal in the door.
Now while I did not do any stealin’, And paid cash for all I seized, If thar’s one thing I love it is wimin, And, if thar pretty, I am pleas’d; And when I saw more than a dozen bee hives Lercated right thar in the yerd, And the boys goin’ quickly terwards ’em, I felt that it war mighty hard.
I spurr’d up my mule, and then prertested Not one should be tak’n from thar; But the fellers jist snickered right out, And told me ter go comb my ha’r— And dry up, for they would have them hives If they had ter eat bees berside, And if I did not like it I could jist Crawl out of my pesky old hide.
Objections war no use erbout them days; And, like a cornsumate old fool, I drew rein at the gate ef the house, and Watch’d ’em from the back of my mule. Then them soldiers made a sortie on the bees With thar ponchos, and tuk ’em quick Ter the stream near by whar they drowned them, And lifted the hives from the creek.