Oh, have you heard the glorious news? Is the cry from every mouth. Charleston is taken and the rebels putter out.
And Beauregard the chivalrous, he ran to save his bacon when he saw General Sherman's yanks.
And Charleston is taken with a whack, rowdy-dow. A hunky boy is General Sherman, whack, rowdy-dow. Invincible is he.
The South Carolina chivalry, they once did loudly boast. That the footsteps of a Union man should near pollute their coast.
They'd fight the Yankees two to one, who only fought for booty. But when the mudsills came along, it was legs do your duty.
With a whack, rowdy-dow. Babylon is fallen, whack, rowdy-dow. The end is drawing near.
And from the sacred city, this valiant warlike throng. Ski-daddled in confusion, although 30,000 strong.
Without a shot, without a blow, or least sign of resistance. And leaving their poor friends behind with the Yankees for assistance.
With a whack, rowdy-dow. How are you, Southern chivalry? Whack, rowdy-dow. Your race is nearly run.
And again, or Sumter's battered walls, the stars and stripes do fly. While the chivalry of 61 in the last ditch does lie.
With Sherman, Grant, and Porter too, to lead our men to glory. We'll squash poor Jeff's Confederacy, and then get hunky-dory.
With a whack, rowdy-dow. How are you, neutral Johnny Bull? Whack, rowdy-dow. We'll settle next with you.