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—