Way down in old Varginni
I suppose you all do know
They have tried to bust the Union
But they find it is no go
The yankee boys are starting out
De Union for to sabe
And we're going down to Washington
To fight for Uncle Abe
Chorus:
Rip, Rap, Flip, Flap
Strap your knapsacks on your back
For we're a gwine to Washington
To fight for Uncle Abe
Rip, Rap, Flip, Flap
Strap your knapsacks on your back
For we're a gwine to Washington
To fight for Uncle Abe
There is General Grant at Vicksburg
Just see what he has done
He has taken sixty cannon
And made the Rebels run
And next he will take Richmond
I'll bet you half a dollar
And if he catches Gen'ral Johnson
Oh won't he make him holler
The season now is coming
When the roads begin to dry
Soon the army of the Potomac
Will make the rebels fly
For General McClellan he's the man
The Union for to sabe
O! Hail Columbia's right side up
And so's your Uncle Abe
Chorus
You may talk of Southern Chivalry
And cotton being king
But I guess before the war is done
You'll think another thing
They say that recognition
Will the rebel country sabe
But Johnny Bull and Mister France
Are 'fraid of Uncle Abe