The Yankees came to Baldwin; They came up in the rear;
They thought they'd find old Abner, But old Abner was not there.
So lay ten dollars down, Or twenty if you choose,
For I can whip the Yankee That stole old Abner's shoes.
Jeff Davis was a gentleman; Jeff Davis was no fool.
Jeff Davis rode a dapple gray; Abe Lincoln rode a mule.
So lay ten dollars down, Or twenty if you choose,
For I can take a Hide of the Yankee That stole old Abner's shoes.
The Yankees took me prisoner, They used me rough 'tis true.
They took from me my knapsack and stole my blankets too.
So lay ten dollars down, Or twenty if you choose,
For I can whip the scoundrel That stole old Abner's shoes.
The Yankees took me prisoner, but if I could get parole,
I'd go right back and fight them, I will, upon my soul.
So lay ten dollars down, Or twenty if you choose,
For I can whip the Yankee That stole old Abner's shoes.
For I can whip the Yankee That stole old Abner's shoes.
