Just before the battle, the General heard a row
He said, "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now"
He turned around in wonder and what do you think he sees?
The Georgia militia eating goober peas
Think my song has lasted almost long enough
The subject is most interesting but rhymes are mighty rough
I wish this war was over, when free from rags and fleas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts and then we'd gobble goober peas