England offering neutral sauce
To goose as well as gander,
Was what made Yankee Doodle cross,
And did inflame his dander.

As though with choler drunk he fumed,
And threatened vengeance martial,
Because Old England had presumed
To steer a course impartial.

Yankee Doodle, etc.

Yankee Doodle bore in mind,

When warfare England harassed,
How he, unfriendly and unkind,
Beset her and embarrassed;
He put himself in England's place,
And thought this injured nation
Must view his trouble with a base
Vindictive exultation.

Yankee Doodle, etc.

We for North and South alike
Entertain affection;

These for negro slavery strike;
Those for forced protection.
Yankee Doodle is the pot,

Southerner the kettle;

Equal morally, if not

Men of equal mettle.

Yankee Doodle, etc.

Yankee Doodle, near Bull Run
Met his adversary,

First he thought the fight he'd won,
Fact proved quite contrary.
Panic-struck he fled, with speed

Of lightning glib with unction,
Of slippery grease, in full stampede,
From famed Manassas Junction.
Yankee Doodle, etc.

As he bolted, no ways slow,

Yankee Doodle hallooed,

"We are whipped!" and fled, although No pursuer followed. Sword and gun right slick he threw

Both away together,

In his cap, to public view,

Showing the white feather.

Yankee Doodle, etc.

Yankee Doodle, Doodle, do,

Whither are you flying?

"A cocked hat we've been licked into,
And knocked to Hades," crying?
Well, to Canada, sir-ree,

Now that, by secession,

I am driven up a tree,

To seize that there possession.
Yankee Doodle, etc.

Yankee Doodle, be content,
You've had a lenient whipping;

Court not further punishment

By enterprise of stripping

Those neighbors, whom if you

assail,

They'll surely whip you hollow;

Moreover, when you've turned your tail,
Won't hesitate to follow.

Yankee Doodle, etc.

YE LONDONNE TIMES CORRESPONDENTEHIS BULLE RUNNE LETTERRE.

"BULLE RUNNE, July ye twenty-firste;

Welle, here am I, alle righte,

And just returning from wytnessinge
Ye famouse Bulle Runne fighte.

"There was no fighte, there was no Bulle, Unlesse itte mighte bee mee;

And I the onlie manne to runne,

At leaste thatte I could see.

"I satte me on a dystante hylle,
Fulle fyfteene myles awaye,
Thatte I mighte see ye soldierees kille,
Iffe anie came mye waye.

"I hadde a branne newe telescope,
And a bottelle of olde Porte,
Wytthe sandewytches, inne case I founde
Ye provenderre ranne shorte.

"Ande soone I sawe a monstrouse crowde Fulle fyfteene myles awaye,

And cannonnes there were roaringe loude, And muskettes inne fulle playe.

"I satte mee there fromme earlie dawne Untille ye settynge sunne,

And thenne I thoughte thatte certaynelie Ye battelle muste bee done.

"I sawe no fighte, butte I muste write As iffe I sawe itte alle,

Thoughe reallie I do believe,

Therre was no fighte atte alle.

"And thysse itte is mye judgemente,
Afteere carefulle studie mayde,
Thatte one syde is a cowarde,
And ye otherre is afrayde.

"I wysshe you woulde lette mee come home-
I'm tyred of all thysse bustle;

I wysshe no more ye worlde to roame,
Youres truly, BILLIE RUSSELLE."

THE CAPTURED EPAULETTE.

OH! we've beaten them gallantly! back from

our soil;

We have hurled the invader, and taken his spoil; And ghastly with death-wounds, all over the

plain

Of Manassas, are lying the heaps of the slain;
We count them by thousands-for never before
Has our sod been so steeped and so reddened with

gore.