My love is a Zou-zu so gallant and bold,

He’s rough and he’s handsome, scarce nineteen years old,

To show off in Washington, he has left his own dear,

And my heart is a-breaking because he’s not here.

For his spirit was brave; it was fierce to behold,

In a young man bred a Zou-zu, only nineteen years old.

His parents taught him to be a Cavalier,

But the life of a Zou-zu he much did prefer;

For his heart’s with his Country in right or in wrong,

And in Richmond with Burnside, he’ll be afore long.

For his spirit, etc.

My fond heart is beating for him constantly,

But I fear his affections may waver from me;

For a sweetheart can be found in each State, I am told,

By a young man, a Zou-zu, only nineteen years old.

For his spirit, etc.

And now for my Zou-zu I grieve and repine,

For fear that his brave heart may never be mine;

All the wealth of Jeff. Davis in cotton or gold,

I would give for my Zou-zu, only nineteen years old.

For his spirit, etc.