Oh have you heard the glorious news, is the cry from every mouth,
Charleston is taken, and the rebels put to rout;
And Beauregard the chivalrous, he ran to save his bacon—
When he saw Gen. Sherman’s “Yanks,” and “Charleston is taken!”
CHORUS—With a whack row de dow!
A hunkey boy is Gen. Sherman:
Whack row de dow!
Invincible is he.
This South Carolina chivalry, they once did loudly boast;
That the footsteps of a Union man, should ne’er polute their coast.
They’d fight the Yankees two to one, who only fought for booty;—
But when the “udsills” came along it was “Legs do your duty.”
CHORUS.—With a whack row de dow!
Babylon is fallen;
Whack row de dow!
The end is drawing near.
And from the “Sacred City,” this valiant warlike throng;
Skedaddled in confusion, although thirty thousand strong—
Without a shot, without a blow, or least sign of resistance,
And leaving their poor friends behind, with the “Yankees” for assistance,
CHORUS.—With a whack row de dow!
How are you Southern chivalry?
Whack row do dow!
Your race is nearly run.
And again o’er Sumter’s battered walls, the Stars and Stripes do fly,
While the chivalry of Sixty-one in the “Last ditch” lie;—
With Sherman, Grant and Porter too, to lead our men to glory;
We’ll squash poor Jeff’s confederacy, and then get “Hunkydory.”
CHORUS.—With a whack row de dow!
How are you neutral Johnny Bull?
Whack row de dow!
We’ll settle next with you
