A CATECHISM FOR THE TIMES. WH BY M. ARY. HO were the men Jeff Davis sent Aboard the English steamer Trent, To land on Britain's shores intent? Slidell and Mason. What was it came athwart their way, The San Jacinto. Who was it bragged and talked so wise, While crowds looked on with wide-stretched eyes? Lieutenant Williams. Who was it then began to roar, And bellow forth from shore to shore, What was it joined the hue and cry, The London Times. Who dared us, like some angry chap, And clenched his fist to give the rap? Lord Palmerston. Who was it for a cotton-bale Who was it said 'twould never do Abe Lincoln. (If Britain should want any more For she shall have them.) Who is it that, with powerful hand, And cow Jeff Davis and his band? What is it that, untrammelled, free, Shall proudly wave o'er land and sea, The beacon light of liberty? Our banner. A NEW SONG TO AN OLD TUNE. JOHN BULL, Esquire, my jo John, When we were first acquent, You acted very much as now You act about the Trent. You stole my bonny sailors, John, You're aye the same fierce beast to me, John Bull, Esquire, my jo! John Bull, Esquire, my jo John, Since we were linked together, Full many a jolly fight, John, We've had with one another Now must we fight again, John? Then at it let us go! And God will help the honest heart, John Bull, Esquire, my jo. John Bull, Esquire, my jo John, Since you called me your slave, John, Since I at you let fly. You want to fight it out again— That war of waste and woe; You'll find me much the same old coon, John Bull, Esquire, my jo. John Bull, Esquire, my jo John, Nor scorn your ancient foe; John Bull, Esquire, my jo John, If you want peace, peace let it be! If war, be pleased to know, WHAT TARDY GEORGE. THAT are you waiting for, George, I pray? To scour your cross-belts with fresh pipeclay? To burnish your buttons, to brighten your guns; Or catching your breath ere you take a hold? Want you a thousand more cannon made, ? |