Will they invade us? Where is their army?
You'd better get out; we are the Fifteenth Corps
There goes your old gospel shop
They are South Carolinians, not Americans
Here began a carnival of destruction
Yanks, you better leave this country
Build them strong, Catterson
Those fellows are trying to stop us
Nothing in South Carolina was held sacred
A hasty visit to Mr. Simms
The plantations now looked desolate
The most complete rout I have ever witnessed
Only those who were there could tell
As if a knife was cutting the flesh
The men of this army surprise me every day
A conqueror through the streets of Columbia
Forests filled with flames and pitch-black smoke
The language would create consternation
Conclusion: The army marched triumphantly into humiliated Columbia.
Will they invade us? Where is their army?
You'd better get out; we are the Fifteenth Corps
There goes your old gospel shop
They are South Carolinians, not Americans
Here began a carnival of destruction
Yanks, you better leave this country
Build them strong, Catterson
Those fellows are trying to stop us
Nothing in South Carolina was held sacred
A hasty visit to Mr. Simms
The plantations now looked desolate
The most complete rout I have ever witnessed
Only those who were there could tell
As if a knife was cutting the flesh
The men of this army surprise me every day
A conqueror through the streets of Columbia
Forests filled with flames and pitch-black smoke
The language would create consternation
Conclusion: The army marched triumphantly into humiliated Columbia.
