Jeff in Petticoats
Words:  George Cooper
Music:  Henry Tucker

Jeff _ Da- vis was a he- ro bold, you've heard of him, I know, 
He _ tried to make him- self a king where south- ern breez- es blow; 
But _ "Un- cle Sam," he laid the youth a- cross his might- y knee, 
And _ spanked him well, and that's the end of brave old Jef- fy D. 

Oh! Jef- fy D! you "flow'r of chi- val- ree," Oh roy- al Jef- fy D! 
Your _ Em- pire's but a tin- clad skirt, oh, charm- ing Jef- fy D. 

This _ Da- vis, he was al- ways full of blus- ter and of brag, 
He _ swore, on all our North- ern walls he'd plant the re- bel rag; 
But _ when to bat- tle he did go, he said, "I'm not so green, 
To _ dodge the bul- lets, I will wear my tin- clad crin- o- line." 

Oh! Jef- fy D! you "flow'r of chi- val- ree," Oh roy- al Jef- fy D! 
Your Em- pire's but a tin- clad skirt, oh, charm- ing Jef- fy D. 

Now _ when he saw the game was up, he start- ed for the woods, 
His _ hand- box hung up- on his arm quite full of fan- cy goods; 
Said _ Jeff, "They'll nev- er take me now, I'm sure I'll not be seen," 
"They'd _ nev- er think to look for me be- neath my crin- o- line." 

Oh! Jef- fy D! you "flow'r of chi- val- ree," Oh roy- al Jef- fy D! 
Your Em- pire's but a tin- clad skirt, oh, charm- ing Jef- fy D. 

Jeff _ took with him, the peo- ple say, a mine of gold- en coin, 
Which _ from the banks and oth- er plac- es, man- aged to pur- loin; 
But _ while he ran like ev- 'ry thief, he had to drop the spoons, 
And _ may- be that's the reas- on why he dropped his pant- a- loons! 

Oh! Jef- fy D! you "flow'r of chi- val- ree," Oh roy- al Jef- fy D! 
Your Em- pire's but a tin- clad skirt, oh, charm- ing Jef- fy D. 

Our _ Un- ion boys were on his track for man- y nights and days, 
His _ pal- pi- tat- ing heart it beat, e- nough to burst his stays, 

O! _ what a dash he must have cut with form so tall and lean; 
Just _ fan- cy now the "What is it," dressed up in Crin- o- line! 

Oh! Jef- fy D! you "flow'r of chi- val- ree," Oh roy- al Jef- fy D! 
Your Em- pire's but a tin- clad skirt, oh, charm- ing Jef- fy D. 

The _ Ditch that Jeff was hunt- ing for, he found was ver- y near; 
He _ tried to "shift" his base a- gain, his neck felt rath- er queer; 
Just _ on the out- "skirts" of a wood his dain- ty shape was seen, 
His _ boots stuck out, and now they'll hang old Jeff in Crin- o- line. 

Oh! Jef- fy D! you "flow'r of chi- val- ree," Oh roy- al Jef- fy D! 
Your Em- pire's but a tin- clad skirt, oh, charm- ing Jef- fy D.