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No I won't thar now so And it ain't nothin' no	A
And thar's nary to tell that you folks yer don't know	A
And it's Belle tell us do and it's Belle is it true	B
And Wot's this yer yarn of the Major and you	B
Till I'm sick of it all so I am but I s'pose	C
Thet is nothin' to you Well then listen yer goes	C
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It was after the fight and around us all night	D
Thar was poppin' and shootin' a powerful sight	D
And the niggers had fled and Aunt Chlo was abed	E
And Pinky and Milly were hid in the shed	E
And I ran out at daybreak and nothin' was nigh	F
But the growlin' of cannon low down in the sky	F
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And I saw not a thing as I ran to the spring	G
But a splintered fence rail and a broken down swing	G
And a bird said Kerchee as it sat on a tree	H
As if it was lonesome and glad to see me	H
And I filled up my pail and was risin' to go	A
When up comes the Major a canterin' slow	A
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When he saw me he drew in his reins and then threw	B
On the gate post his bridle and what does he do	B
But come down where I sat and he lifted his hat	I
And he says well thar ain't any need to tell that	I
'Twas some foolishness sure but it 'mounted to this	J
Thet he asked for a drink and he wanted a kiss	J
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Then I said I was mad For the water my lad	K
You're too big and must stoop for a kiss it's as bad	K
You ain't near big enough And I turned in a huff	L
When that Major he laid his white hand on my cuff	L
And he says You're a trump Take my pistol don't fear	M
But shoot the next man that insults you my dear	M
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Then he stooped to the pool very quiet and cool	N
Leavin' me with that pistol stuck there like a fool	N
When thar flashed on my sight a quick glimmer of light	D
From the top of the little stone fence on the right	D
And I knew 'twas a rifle and back of it all	O
Rose the face of that bushwhacker Cherokee Hall	O
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Then I felt in my dread that the moment the head	E
Of the Major was lifted the Major was dead	E
And I stood still and white but Lord gals in spite	D
Of my care that derned pistol went off in my fright	D
Went off true as gospil and strangest of all	O
It actooally injured that Cherokee Hall	O
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Thet's all now go 'long Yes some folks thinks it's wrong	P
And thar's some wants to know to what side I belong	P
But I says Served him right and I go all my might	D
In love or in war for a fair stand up fight	D
And as for the Major sho gals don't you know	A
Thet Lord thar's his step in the garden below	A

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