Lyr. Add: RUN YANKS, OR DIE!
By T. W. Crowson. Air: Root Hog or Die.

Now if you all will listen while I relate
About the cause of Freedo you're here to calculate;
Old Abe tried to enslave us, but soon it was the cry,
O Liberty for Southern boys! run Yanks, or die!

Chorus:
Hurrah for slavery, for Southerners are the boys
For singing and fighting, and stopping Yankee noise!
The young Confederacy is getting quite spry,
Ho!- big Yank!- little Yank! run Yank or die.

2
The finest looking mortal that ever I did see,
He tied John Brown to a white oak tree;
To see him tie the rope you ought to 'ave stood by,
'Twas done with Carolina Cotton- Run Yank or die!
3
Now old Andy Johnson, of East Tennessee,
He's gone and join'd Lincoln to set the negro free;
Bu when he undertakes it, he's sure for to sigh,
He'll back from Southern boys- Run Yank or die!
4
The little Northern Yankees are getting very sick,
They don't like our medicine because it is so thick;
And when they go to take it, it's sure to hurt their eye-
They don't like the Southern pills- Run Yank or die!
5
We're going out to Richmond to get all the news,
We're coming back by Washington to get old Lincoln's shoes;
And as we walk the streets, the Yankees they will fly,
They'll holler out- it's Southern boys- Run Yank, or die!
6
Old General Scott is a mighty great sinner,
He never comes to fight us but he's sure to bring his dinner;
When he saw the boys coming, it was time for to fly,
For JEFF was after him- Run Yank, or die!
7
The little Northern Yankees are getting very grand,
They bro't down their dinner, and eat it on our land;
They had all kind of spices mix'd up in pie,
But the Southern boys ate it up- Run Yank, or die!
8
There were the Northern ladies (No doubt they looked fine)
Standing 'round the table with demijohns of wine;
But when they saw us coming, they made their hoops fly,
'Twas no place for women folks- Run Yank, or die!
9
Old Abe's head is now a getting gray
He ask'd General Davis for a ninety days' stay;
He had to have money- he wanted time to try,
But JEFF wouldn't grant it to him- Run Yank, or die!

Pp. 35-36.
Francis D. Allan, 1874, Allan's Lone Star Ballads. A Collection of Southern Patriotic Songs Made During Confederate Times. Reprint 1970, Burt Franklin, New York.