Song of the Secession Warrior

Todays' entry comes from The Rebellion Record, A Diary of American Events, edited by Frank Moore, Vol. 5, and the author is anonymous.  This little ditty speaks for itself.   I think it is meant to be sung to the same tune as the Battle of New Orleans.

SONG OF THE SECESSION WARRIOR

   Slightly altered from the Choctaw

I made a spur of a Yankee's jaw,

And in New-Orleans I show his squaw --

Shot his child like a yelping cur,

He had no time to fondle on her,,

   Hoo!  hoo! hoo! for the rifled graves!

   Wah! wah! wah! for the blasted slaves!

I scraped his skull all naked and bare,

And here's his scalp with a tuft of hair!

His  heart is in the buzzard's maw,

His bloody bones the wolf doth gnaw.

   Hoo!  hoo! hoo! for the rifled graves!

   Wah! wah! wah! for the blasted slaves!

With percussion-caps we filled each gun,

And put torpedoes where he'd run;

And with poisoned bullets and poisoned rum

Helped him along to kingdom come.

   Hoo!  hoo! hoo! for the rifled graves!

   Wah! wah! wah! for the blasted slaves!

                          Knickerbocker

Unidentified Confederate Soldier, from Library of Congress Collection