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Jeff in Petticoats
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Lyricist: Henry Tucker
Composer: George Cooper
(published by Wm. A. Pond & Co., N.Y., 1865)
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1.
Jeff Davis was a hero bold, you’ve heard of him, I know,
He tried to make himself a King where southern breezes blow;
But “Uncle Sam,” he laid the youth across his mighty knee,
And spanked him well, and that’s the end of brave old Jeffy D.
Chorus:
Oh! Jeffy D.! you “flow’r of chivalree,” oh royal Jeffy D.!
Your Empire’s but a tin-clad skirt, oh, charming Jeffy D.
2.
This Davis, he was always full of bluster and of brag,
He swore, on all our Northern walls, he’d plant his Rebel rag;
But when to battle he did go, he said, “I’m not so green,
To dodge the bullets, I will wear my tinclad crinoline.”
Chorus:
3.
Now when he saw the game was up, he started for the woods,
His band-box hung upon his arm quite full of fancy goods;
Said Jeff, “They’ll never take me now, I’m sure I’ll not be seen.”
“They’d never think to look for me beneath my crinoline.”
Chorus:
4.
Jeff took with him, the people say, a mine of golden coin,
Which he from banks and other places, managed to purloin;
But while he ran, like every thief, he had to drop the spoons.
And may-be that’s the reason why he dropped his pantaloons!
Chorus:
5.
The Ditch that Jeff was hunting for, he found was very near;
He tried to “shift” his base again, his neck felt rather queer;
Just on the out-“skirts” of a wood his dainty shape was seen,
His boots stuck out, and now they’ll hang old Jeff in crinoline.
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