Down in Tennessee one night,

Ther was sound uv firin’ fur away,

’Nd the sergeant allowed ther’d be a fight

With the Johnnie Rebs some time next day;

’Nd as I was thinkin’ of Lizzie ’nd home,

Jim stood afore me, long ’nd slim—

He havin’ his opinyin uv me

’Nd I havin’ my opinyin uv him!

Seemed like we knew there wuz goin’ to be

Serious trouble f’r me ’nd him—