The Yankees came to Baldwin,
they came up in the rear;
they thought they’d find old Abner,
but old Abner was not here.
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So lay ten dollars down,
or twenty if you choose,
for I can whip the scoundrel
that stole old Abner’s shoes.
Jeff Davis was a gentleman,
Abe Lincoln was a fool,
Jeff Davis rode a dapple gray,
Abe Lincoln rode a mule.
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The Yankees took me prisoner,
they used me rough, ist true;
they took from me my knapsack,
and stole my blanket too.
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The Yankees took me prisoner,
and if I can get parole,
I’ll go right back and fight them,
I will, upon my soul.
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