[00:03.856]John Haralson, John Haralson—you are a funny creature;
[00:11.329]You’ve given to this cruel war a new and useful feature.
[00:18.515]You’d have us think, while every man is bound to be a fighter,
[00:25.640]The women, bless the pretty dears, should be put to making nitre.
[00:36.258]John Haralson, John Haralson, how could you get the notion,
[00:43.433]To send your barrel ‘round the town to gather up the lotion?
[00:50.607]We think the girls do work enough in giving love and kissing,
[00:57.747]But you have put the pretty dears to Patriotic...I can't say that word. (Pissing).
[01:08.650]John Haralson, John Haralson, could you not invent a neater,
[01:15.825]Or some less immodest mode of making your saltpetre.
[01:23.290]The thing it is queer, you know, gunpowder like the cranky
[01:30.431]That when a lady lifts her skirts, she shoots another Yankee.