Sometimes t’ings jus’ go all wrong;
Cotton grow short instead of long.
Whutcha gonna do f’it don’ rain at all?
T’ings grow short instead of tall.
We are a band of brothers and native to the soil
Fighting for our Liberty, With treasure, blood and toil
And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!
I came down to town de udder night,
I hear de noise, den saw de fight,
De watchman was a runnin’ ‘roun’
Cryin’ ”Old Dan Tucker’s come to town”!