And louder yet shall Russell cry, "We're gone! we're gone! it's all o-ver!" 'Tis morn, but scarce yon southern sun The panic deepens. Save! who can. Ah! few, to-day, in camp shall meet; THE RUN FROM MANASSAS JUNCTION. YANKEE DOODLE went to war, On his little pony; What did he go fighting for, Yankee Doodle was a chap Who bragged and swore tarnation, He stuck a feather in his cap, And called it Federation. Yankee Doodle, he went forth His rage and fury to provoke, Yankee Doodle, etc. Yankee Doodle, having floored He reckoned his victorious sword Wholly and for ever; And afterward, from Britain's crown, He Canada would sever. Yankee Doodle, etc. England offering neutral sauce As though with choler drunk he fumed, Yankee Doodle, etc. Yankee Doodle bore in mind, Yankee Doodle, etc. We for North and South alike These for negro slavery strike; Southerner the kettle; Equal morally, if not Men of equal mettle. Yankee Doodle, etc. Yankee Doodle, near Bull Run First he thought the fight he'd won, 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, Yankee Doodle, etc. Yankee Doodle, Doodle, do, Whither are you flying? "A cocked hat we've been licked into, Now that, by secession, I am driven up a tree, To seize that there possession. Yankee Doodle, be content, YE LONDONNE TIMES CORRESPONDENTEHIS BULLE RUNNE LETTERRE. "BULLE RUNNE, July ye twenty-firste; Welle, here am I, alle righte, And just returning from wytnessinge |