I come from Mannassas with a pocket full of fun, I killed forty Yankees with a single-barreled gun. It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence 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 niff-a-stiffrence to neither you nor I, They took to their heels, boys, and you ought to see 'em fly
I saw old Fuss-and-Feathers Scott, twenty miles away, His horses stuck up their ears, and you ought to hear 'em neigh But it don't make a niff-a-stiffrence to neither you nor I, Old Scott fled like the devil, boys, root, hog, or die.
I then saw a "Tiger, " from the old Crescent City, He cut down the Yankees without any pity; Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I, We whipped the Yankee boys and made the boobies cry.
I saw South Carolina, the first in the cause, Shake the dirty Yankees till she broke all their jaws; Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I, South Carolina give 'em Hell, boys, root, hog, or die.
I saw old Virginia, standing firm and true, She fought mighty hard to whip the dirty crew; Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I, Old Virginia's blood and thunder, boys, root, hog, or die.
I saw old Georgia, the next in the van, She cut down the Yankees almost to a man; Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I, Georgia's some in a fight, boys, root, hog, or die.
I saw Alabama in the midst of the storm, She stood like a giant in the contest so warm; Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I, Alabama fought the Yankees, boys, till the last one did fly.
I saw Texas go in with a smile, But I tell you what it is, she made the Yankees bile, Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I, Texas is the devil, boys, root, hog, or die.
I saw North Carolina in the deepest of the battle, She knocked down the Yankees and made their bones rattle Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I, North Carolina's got the grit, boys, root, hog, or die.
Old Florida came in with a terrible shout, She frightened all the Yankees till their eyes stuck out; Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I, Florida's death on Yankees, boys, root, hog, or die.