The Fall of Charleston

"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, rowdy-dow
A hunky boy is General Sherman
Whack, rowdy-dow
Invincible is he

This 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 the mudsills came along it was “legs, do your duty"

With a whack, rowdy-dow
Babylon is fallen
Whack, rowdy-dow
The end is drawing near

And from the sacred city this valiant warlike throng
Skedaddled in confusion, although thirty thousand strong
Without a shot, without a blow, or the least sign of resistance
And leaving their poor friends behind, with the Yankees for assistance

With a whack, rowdy-dow
How are you, Southern chivalry
Whack, rowdy-dow
Your race is nearly run

And again o’er Sumter’s battered walls, the Stars and Stripes do fly
While the chivalry of '61 in the last ditch 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, rowdy-dow
How are you, neutral Johnny Bull
Whack, rowdy-dow
We’ll settle next with you