THE JUBILEE. I THE JUBILEE. NAUTICUS LOQUITUR. 'VE heerd some talk of a Jubilee To celebrate " our 66 victory";- When you 'n' a fellah 'z got your grip, I tell y', shipmates 'n' lan'sm'n too, Come tell us, shipmates, ef y' can, Was there ever a crew sence th' worl' began 'z them poor fellahs th't tried t' man Wahl, this is what y' 've hed t' do, but not t' drown 'em too There's some good fellahs, 'n' not a few That's a swimmin' about, all chilled 'n' blue, 'n wants t' be h'isted aboard o' you! 91 Come, drowning foes! your friends we 'll be, We've licked! Haw! haw! You're licked! Hee! hee! Hooraw for you! Hooraw for we! We'll wait till the whole wide land is free, And then we'll have our JUBILEE ! November 12, 1864. THE SWEET LITTLE MAN. DEDICATED TO THE STAY-AT-HOME RANGERS. N TOW, while our soldiers are fighting our battles, All the brave boys under canvas are sleeping, All of them pressing to march with the van, You with the terrible warlike moustaches, Fit for a colonel or chief of a clan, You with the waist made for sword-belts and sashes, Bring him the buttonless garment of woman! Muster the Apron-string Guards on the Common, THE SWEET LITTLE MAN. Give him for escort a file of young misses, All the fair maidens about him shall cluster, O, but the Apron-string Guards are the fellows! Have we a nation to save? In the first place Saving ourselves is the sensible plan, Surely the spot where there's shooting 's the worst place Where I can stand, says the sweet little man. Catch me confiding my person with strangers! Such was the stuff of the Malakoff-takers, Such were the soldiers that scaled the Redan; Truculent housemaids and bloodthirsty Quakers, Brave not the wrath of the sweet little man! Yield him the sidewalk, ye nursery maidens ! Fierce as a shark in a school of menhadens, See him advancing, the sweet little man! When the red flails of the battle-field's threshers When the brown soldiers come back from the borders, OUR OLDEST FRIEND. Fear not for him, though the rebels expect him, Now then, nine cheers for the Stay-at-home Ranger! I OUR OLDEST FRIEND. 66 READ TO THE BOYS OF '29," JAN. 5, 1865. GIVE you the health of the oldest friend That, short of eternity, earth can lend, A friend so faithful and tried and true That nothing can wean him from me and you. When first we screeched in the sudden blaze And when, with a kind of mortal strife, 95 |