... kick up a muss, Or sech allfired fools as to fite for us, Jest see how I'll put 'em down! Thus, you see, wen the Nashun fites, Constitootion and sovering rites Is held at a pooty high figger-- Heer our riflemen, how they cry Wenever they dror the trigger, Jest as a Minny they let fly At some poore devvle you've driv to dye: “Now, sett up a nuther nigger.”