3. PART THE 3.
Well, Gin'ral Price come to our parts with his grand ar-mi-ee;
They campt on my plantation, foot, hoss, artillery.
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The Gin'ral used my house, his men burnt all they could n't
steal;
Ther wuz nary rooster left to crow, nor nary pig to squeal.
The fences vanished quicker, and my barns the cusses
found
Convenient for to cook the hogs they found runnin loose
around,
Next mornin Gin'ral Price, sez he, “You 're a true Southern
son;
You 're not the man for Abolisheners to spit upon.
“Them patriots you see, Joe—
[I see em a roastin eggs in the ashes uv my fences, barns, and sich,]
—are a fitin for your sake,
We 're playin a heavy game jest now, and our niggers is
the stake,
We need your mules and hosses, Joe, and your healthy
niggers, too—
You may keep all the old ones—for our uses they won't do.
“Sech money ez you hev, Joe, we 'll borrer, for you know
Onless we hev the spelter, all our efforts is no go.”
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of men on horses with two people and a dog bowing down before one of
them; the other pictures a group of people walking or on horses heading
toward a ship in the distance.]
And noticing a rope noose that they 'd rigged up to a tree,
(Wich is a Missouri hint, used extensively to inspire confidence in Confederit money,)
We willin give em what they askt, did brother Ike and me.
They took my hosses and my mules, and ev'ry nig I hed,
'Cept two small babies and a old one that wuz nearly dead,
Six hundred dollars in good gold—they left me nary cent,
Then settin fire to my house—
[To prevent the enemy from occupyin it,]
—this band of patriots went.
