Nellie, Nellie (Traditional)                          A-marchin' in a column that's a century wide. It  
                                                      was a long and a hard and a bloody ride, and      
Hey Nellie, Nellie, come to the window. Hey           it's   196 3.                                     
Nellie, Nellie, look at what I see. He's ridin'                                                         
into town on a sway-back mule. He's got a tall                                                          
black hat and he looks like a fool. But he sure                                                         
is talkin' like he's been to school, and it's                                                           
  185 3.                                                                                                
                                                                                                        
Hey Nellie, Nellie, listen what he's sayin'. Hey                                                        
Nellie, Nellie, he says it's gettin' late. Says                                                         
all them black folks should be free, To walk                                                            
around the same as you and me. He's talkin'                                                             
about a thing they call democracy, and it's                                                             
  185 8.                                                                                                
                                                                                                        
Hey Nellie, Nellie, come to the window. Hey                                                             
Nellie, Nellie, hand me down my gun. For the men                                                        
are cheerin' and the boys are too, They're all                                                          
puttin' on their coats of blue. And I ain't got                                                         
no time to sit and talk to you, and it's                                                                
  186 1.                                                                                                
                                                                                                        
Hey Nellie, Nellie, come to the window. Hey                                                             
Nellie, Nellie, I've come back alive. My coat of                                                        
blue is stained with red, And the man in the                                                            
tall black hat is dead. But we sure will                                                                
remember all the things he said, and                                                                    
it's  18 65  .                                                                                          
                                                                                                        
Hey Nellie, Nellie, come to the window. Hey                                                             
Nellie, Nellie, look at what I see. There are                                                           
white folks and colored walkin' side by side,