[00:00.000] 作曲 : Eugene T. Johnson
[00:26.723]Oh have you heard the glorious news, is the cry from every mouth
[00:31.026]Charleston is taken, and the rebels put to rout;
[00:35.046]And Beauregard the chivalrous, he ran to save his bacon—
[00:38.769]When he saw General Sherman’s Yanks, and “Charleston is taken!”
[00:42.795]With a whack, rowdy-dow
[00:44.801]A hunky boy is General Sherman
[00:47.099]Whack, rowdy-dow
[00:48.822]Invincible is he!
[00:51.979]This South Carolina chivalry, they once did loudly boast
[00:55.710]That the footsteps of a Union man, should ne’er pollute their coast
[00:59.725]They’d fight the Yankees two to one, who only fought for booty
[01:03.739]But when the mudsills came along it was “Legs, do your duty!”
[01:07.474]With a whack, rowdy-dow
[01:09.773]Babylon is fallen
[01:11.777]Whack, rowdy-dow
[01:13.786]The end is drawing near!
[01:41.329]And from the “Sacred City,” this valiant warlike throng;
[01:45.537]Skedaddled in confusion, although thirty thousand strong—
[01:49.462]Without a shot, without a blow, or least sign of resistance
[01:53.388]And leaving their poor friends behind, with the Yankees for assistance!
[01:57.304]With a whack, rowdy-dow
[01:59.549]How are you, Southern chivalry?
[02:01.794]Whack, rowdy-dow
[02:03.475]Your race is nearly run!
[02:06.276]And again o’er Sumter’s battered walls, the Stars and Stripes do fly
[02:10.200]While the chivalry of Sixty-one in the last ditch does lie;—
[02:14.403]With Sherman, Grant and Porter too, to lead our men to glory
[02:18.326]We’ll squash poor Jeff’s confederacy, and then get hunkydory!
[02:21.986]With a whack, rowdy-dow
[02:24.510]How are you, neutral Johnny Bull?
[02:26.471]Whack, rowdy-dow
[02:28.429]We’ll settle next with you!