"An Old Unreconstructed" lyrics

I rode with old Jeb Stuart
And his band of Southern horse
And there never were no Yankees
Who could meet us force to force
No they never did defeat us
But we never could evade
Their dirty, foreign politics
And cowardly blockade

Well we hadn't any powder
And we hadn't any shot
And we hadn't any money
To buy what we ain't got
So we rode our worn-out horses
And we ate on plain cornmeal
And we licked'em where we caught'em
With Southern guts and steel

Well, we sunk the ship at Sumter
And we broke her plumb in two
We showed them bully Yankees
Just what we aimed to do
At a little creek called Bull Run
We took their starry rag
To wipe our horses down with
And I ain't here to brag

Well, there aren't as many left of us
Who rode out at the start
And then there are the weary
Weak in body sad of heart
We fought a fight to tell about
And I am here to say
I'll climb my horse and follow Marse
Come hell, come any day