Id was droo der sdreeds of Fredericksdown;Der red-hot zun he vas shine him down.Bast der zaloons all filt mit bier,Der rebel vellers valked on deir ear.All day droo Fredericksdown so fast,Horses, und guns, und sozers bast.Der rebel flags he shone him out so bridt,As if, by Jinks! he got some ridt.Vere vas der Onion flag? Der zunHe look him down not on a vun.Up jumped dot olt Miss Frietchie den,Zo oldt by ninescore years and ten.She grabbed up der old flag der men haul down,And fasen'd id quick by her nidtgown.Den she sot by der vindow ver all could see,Dere vas none vot lofe dot flag so free.Purty soon come ridin' up Stonewall Jack,Sittin' from der mittle of his horse's back.Under him brow he squint him's eyes.Dot flag! Dot make him great surprise.Halt! each feller, make him sdill!Fire! vas echoed from hill do hill.Id busted der sdrings from dot nidtgown,But Barbarie Frietchie, she vas around.She grabbed the flag again so guick,Und oud of the vindow her arms did sdick."Obuse if you would dis olt bald head,But leave alone dot flag!" she said.Zo soon, so guick as Jack could do,He holler him oud mit a face so blue:"Who bulls a hair oud of dat bald headDies awful guick. Go aheat!" he said.Und all dot day, und all dot nite,Till efery rebel vas oud of site,Und leave behind him dot Fredericksdown,Dot flag he vas sthicken by dot nidtgown.Dame Barbarie Frietchie's vork is done,She don't forever get some fun.Bully for her! und drop a tearFor dot old vomans midout some fear.
Id was droo der sdreeds of Fredericksdown;Der red-hot zun he vas shine him down.Bast der zaloons all filt mit bier,Der rebel vellers valked on deir ear.All day droo Fredericksdown so fast,Horses, und guns, und sozers bast.Der rebel flags he shone him out so bridt,As if, by Jinks! he got some ridt.Vere vas der Onion flag? Der zunHe look him down not on a vun.Up jumped dot olt Miss Frietchie den,Zo oldt by ninescore years and ten.She grabbed up der old flag der men haul down,And fasen'd id quick by her nidtgown.Den she sot by der vindow ver all could see,Dere vas none vot lofe dot flag so free.Purty soon come ridin' up Stonewall Jack,Sittin' from der mittle of his horse's back.Under him brow he squint him's eyes.Dot flag! Dot make him great surprise.Halt! each feller, make him sdill!Fire! vas echoed from hill do hill.Id busted der sdrings from dot nidtgown,But Barbarie Frietchie, she vas around.She grabbed the flag again so guick,Und oud of the vindow her arms did sdick."Obuse if you would dis olt bald head,But leave alone dot flag!" she said.Zo soon, so guick as Jack could do,He holler him oud mit a face so blue:"Who bulls a hair oud of dat bald headDies awful guick. Go aheat!" he said.Und all dot day, und all dot nite,Till efery rebel vas oud of site,Und leave behind him dot Fredericksdown,Dot flag he vas sthicken by dot nidtgown.Dame Barbarie Frietchie's vork is done,She don't forever get some fun.Bully for her! und drop a tearFor dot old vomans midout some fear.
Id was droo der sdreeds of Fredericksdown;Der red-hot zun he vas shine him down.
Bast der zaloons all filt mit bier,Der rebel vellers valked on deir ear.
All day droo Fredericksdown so fast,Horses, und guns, und sozers bast.
Der rebel flags he shone him out so bridt,As if, by Jinks! he got some ridt.
Vere vas der Onion flag? Der zunHe look him down not on a vun.
Up jumped dot olt Miss Frietchie den,Zo oldt by ninescore years and ten.
She grabbed up der old flag der men haul down,And fasen'd id quick by her nidtgown.
Den she sot by der vindow ver all could see,Dere vas none vot lofe dot flag so free.
Purty soon come ridin' up Stonewall Jack,Sittin' from der mittle of his horse's back.
Under him brow he squint him's eyes.Dot flag! Dot make him great surprise.
Halt! each feller, make him sdill!Fire! vas echoed from hill do hill.
Id busted der sdrings from dot nidtgown,But Barbarie Frietchie, she vas around.
She grabbed the flag again so guick,Und oud of the vindow her arms did sdick.
"Obuse if you would dis olt bald head,But leave alone dot flag!" she said.
Zo soon, so guick as Jack could do,He holler him oud mit a face so blue:
"Who bulls a hair oud of dat bald headDies awful guick. Go aheat!" he said.
Und all dot day, und all dot nite,Till efery rebel vas oud of site,
Und leave behind him dot Fredericksdown,Dot flag he vas sthicken by dot nidtgown.
Dame Barbarie Frietchie's vork is done,She don't forever get some fun.
Bully for her! und drop a tearFor dot old vomans midout some fear.