The Nitwits Three

Now we are a band of hellions
A tormentin' them and thee
A plunderin' and a strikin' fear
We are the Robbers three

You can hear us in the distance
A creatin' more debris
Pure terror we are known as
We are the Bandits three

Impartial to the war about
We give a pinch to General Lee
But still both sides got lots of loot
We are the Villains three

Now we think we frighten children
But little Polly kicked each knee
We run in fear from Polly
We are the Wounded three

Now we all need a little respite
At the house of Sweet Marie
Kissin' it up and singin' a song
We are the Lovers three

Now Early loved Scotch whiskey
In place of Grandma's tea
So we swigged about and swirled a bit
We are the Drinkin' three

Now we was a tastin' puddin'
From somewhere 'cross the sea
Nearby were Union Troopers
Now we are the Prisoners three

So soon we face the hangman
Our lives still fancy free
There's lots of loot near the Pearly Gates
We are the Heaven's three