Den she sot by der vindow ver all could see,
Dere vas none vot lofe dot flag so free.
Purty soon come ridin' up Stonewall Jack,
Sittin' from der mittle of his horse's back.
Under him brow he squint him's eyes.
Dot flag! Dot make him great surprise.
Halt! each feller, make him sdill!
Fire! vas echoed from hill do hill.
Id busted der sdrings from dot nidtgown,
But Barbarie Frietchie, she vas around.
She grabbed the flag again so guick,
Und oud of the vindow her arms did sdick.
"Obuse if you would dis olt bald head,
But leave alone dot flag!" she said.
Zo soon, so guick as Jack could do,
He holler him oud mit a face so blue:
"Who bulls a hair oud of dat bald head
Dies awful guick. Go aheat!" he said.
Und all dot day, und all dot nite,
Till efery rebel vas oud of site,