I come from old Manassas with a pocket full of fun. I killed 40 Yankees with a single barrel gun. But it don't make a niffus difference to neither you nor I. Big Yankee, little Yankee, all run or die.I saw all the Yankees at Bull Run. They fought like the devil when the battle first begun. But it don't make a niffus difference to neither you nor I. They took to their heels, boys, you ought to see them fly.I saw old Fuss and Feather Scott 20 miles away. His horses both stuck up their ears, you ought to hear them neigh. But it don't make a niffus difference to neither you nor I. Scott fled like the devil, boys, root, hog or die.I saw old Virginia standing firm and true. She fought mighty hard to whip a mighty dirty crew. But it don't make a niffus difference to neither you nor I. Old Virginia's blood and thunder, root, hog or die.I saw old Georgia the next in the van. She cut down the Yankee soldiers almost to a man. Oh, it don't make a niffus difference to neither you nor I. Georgia fights a fight, boys, root, hog or die.I saw Alabama in the middle of the storm. She stood like a giant in the contest so warm. Oh, it don't make a niffus difference to neither you nor I. Alabama fought the Yankees, root, hog or die.