Georgia for Georgians
(By D. B. Turner, amateur, with abject apologies to all authorized poets)
Draw near, ye loyal Georgia sons
Of every rank and station;
We're goin' ter wage Gene's holy war
To throttle education.
Come rally 'round us as we fight
To lift the Georgia banner:
We'll run those rascals from our land
Who come from Loo-zee-anner.
This ain't no place for furriners
Who don't fit in our livin';
To men from Tenn. or Mississip
This solemn pledge we're givin'.
From Fluridy and Texas, too --
Here death and hell await 'em --
Such men who dare to cross the line,
We'll show 'em how we hate em'!
These low-lived furriners swarm in --
Oh, how they sorely vex us!
We're goin' to stab 'em in the back
And bust their solar plexus!
Hear, ye brave sons, as we make known
This manly proclamation --
The men we hate the most of all
Are those with education.
We'll fling 'em back the help they'd give,
And kick their "Yankee" pants,
For ain't we got God-given right
To live in igno-rants?
Bulloch Times, July 24, 1941, page 4