The Fall of Charleston by Bobby Horton Lyrics
Oh have you heard the glorious news? Is the cry from every mouth!
Charleston is taken and the rebels put to rout!
And Beauregard the chivalrous, he ran to save his bacon
When he saw general Sherman's yanks
And Charleston is taken!
With a whack row-di-dow! a hunky boy is general Sherman
Whack row-di-dow! invincible is he
The South Carolina chivalry, they once did loudly boast
That the footsteps of a Union man should ne'er pollute their coast
They'd fight the yankees two to one, who only fought for booty
But when thе mudsills came along, it was legs do your duty!
With a whack row-di-dow! Babylon has fallen!
Whack row-di-dow! thе end is drawing near!
And from the sacred city, this valiant warlike throng
Skedaddled 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 row-di-dow! how are you southern chivalry?
Whack row-di-dow! your race is nearly run!
And again o'er Sumpter'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 row-di-dow! how are you neutral Johnny?
Whack row-di-dow! we'll settle next with you!
Charleston is taken and the rebels put to rout!
And Beauregard the chivalrous, he ran to save his bacon
When he saw general Sherman's yanks
And Charleston is taken!
With a whack row-di-dow! a hunky boy is general Sherman
Whack row-di-dow! invincible is he
The South Carolina chivalry, they once did loudly boast
That the footsteps of a Union man should ne'er pollute their coast
They'd fight the yankees two to one, who only fought for booty
But when thе mudsills came along, it was legs do your duty!
With a whack row-di-dow! Babylon has fallen!
Whack row-di-dow! thе end is drawing near!
And from the sacred city, this valiant warlike throng
Skedaddled 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 row-di-dow! how are you southern chivalry?
Whack row-di-dow! your race is nearly run!
And again o'er Sumpter'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 row-di-dow! how are you neutral Johnny?
Whack row-di-dow! we'll settle next with you!