An Old Unreconstructed

I rode with old J.E.B. Stuart
And his band of Southern horse,
And there never were no Yankees
Who could meet us force to force.
No they never did defeat us
But we never could evade
Their dirty foreign politics
And cowardly blockade.

Well we hadn't any powder
And we hadn't any shot,
And we hadn't any money
To buy what we ain't got.
So we rode our worn-out horses
And we ate on plain cornmeal
And we licked 'em where we caught 'em,
With Southern guts and steel.

We sunk their ship at Sumter
And we broke her plumb in two.
We showed them bully Yankees
Just what we aimed to do.
At a little creek called Bull Run,
We took their starry rag,
To wipe our horses down with,
And I ain't here to brag.