[bad word] 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, [bad word] or die.

I saw all the Yankees at [bad word] 
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 [bad word]  boys, root, hog, or die.

I saw old Virginia, standing firm and [bad word] 
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.