When the Rebels come a-marchin' I'm a Southern man

When the Rebels come a-marchin' I'm a Southern man
And I feed their horses on my best.
When the Yankees come a-marchin' I'm a Northern man,
And I feed their horses what the Rebels left.

You can tell Jeff Davis I'm a Democrat,
And I'll help his army all I can.
But if you see the Yankees as you go along,
Please tell Abe Lincoln I'm a Northern man.

You can tell Grant and Sherman I think they're great,
And their names will shine in history.
But if you see the Johnnies along this way,
Just give my respects to Robert E. Lee.
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