2. When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule
To cry out their loudest, Mister, here’s your mule !
But another custom, enchanting-er than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.
3. Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He says The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now.
He turns around in wonder, and what d’ya think he sees ?
The Georgia Militia, eating goober peas.
4. I think my song has lasted almost long enough.
The subject’s interesting, but the rhymes are mighty tough.
I wish the war was over, so free from rags and fleas
We’d kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas.