To stuff out a soger’s chest;
Sence we farmers hev to pay fer’t,
Ef you must wear humps like these
S’posin’ you should try salt hay fer’t,
It would du ez slick ez grease.
’Twouldn’t suit them Southun fellers,
They’re a dreffle graspin’ set,
We must ollers blow the bellers
Wen they want their irons het;
Maybe it’s all right ez preachin’,