They chased the bums ter Hick’ry Run,
An’ thar the Baptis’s tarred
An’ feathered ev’ry doggone one,
An’ chucked ’em under guard.
Them boys is crackin’ stun terday;
A new church stan’s in Sims’,
An’ now in peace they watch an’ pray
An’ sing their Baptis’ hymns.
Yep, Egyp’s dry; ’z a gin’ral thing