"Slavery's of course the chief corner-stone," Lilliburlero, etc., "Of our NEW CIV-IL-I-ZA-TION!" Lilliburlero, etc. “Lero, lero, that's quite sincere O, that's quite sincere," says old Uncle Sam, "Lero, lero, fillibustero, that's quite sincere," says old Uncle Sam. "You'll understand, my recreant tool," Lilliburlero, etc., "You're to submit, and we are to rule," Lilliburlero, etc. "Lero, lero, aren't you a hero! aren't you a hero!" says Uncle Sam. "Lero, lero, fillibustero, aren't you a hero!" says Uncle Sam. "If to these terms you fully consent," Lilliburlero, etc., "I'll be perpetual King-President," Lilliburlero, etc. "Lero, lero, take your sombrero, off to your swamps !" says old Uncle Sam, "Lero, lero, fillibustero, cut, double-quick!" says old Uncle Sam. ADDRESS TO JOHN BULL. A REMINDER. BY C. G. CHATFIELD. DON'T you remember the time, John Bull, When our army contained but a handful of men, And don't you remember the time, John Bull, About what it didn't matter, if you could only draw So you put all your old heads together, John Bull, And raked up taxation and tea, And bled all our pockets until they collapsed, Now don't you remember, 'bout then, John Bull, We took Boston harbor for a tea-pot, you see, We made a great pic-nic, you know, John Bull, And drink to the health of your children out here, As well as your children at home. And don't you remember that you said, John Bull, That come you most certainly should; And in a great fury you promptly arrived, Not thirsting for tea, but for blood? Blood, blood, 'twas you wanted, you know, John Bull, Blood, blood, just warm from the spout; So we heaped up the red-coats on Bunker Hill's side, Just recall to your mind, if you please, John Bull, And otherwise played the old fool. We made a shooting-match, remember, John Bull, 'Twas held away down in Orleans, And while we were killing seven hundred or more, And don't you remember you run, John Bull, You guzzled your beer, you remember, John Bull, While we furnished biers for your dead where they fell, And kindly we buried them there. For a long time your conduct improved, Johnny Bull, And fondly on this we reflect; Your manner was very respectful toward us, We were glad, very glad, I assure you, John Bull, The licking you got was deserved. But we notice strong symptoms of late, Johnny Bull, Signs that have changed our opinion of you, We know you're a famous old coward, John Bull, You never dare strike at a powerful foe Till somebody else gets him down. Now you see us in trouble at home, Johnny Bull, Our land with convulsions is torn, You toss up your head and caper just like A refractory steer in the corn. Now take this advice for your good, Johnny Bull, We owe you a grudge, we confess it, John Bull, And when each instalment in turn becomes due, MCCLELLAN. MASTER Genius! on whose shoulders rest And now when flippant tongues unloose their hate, When some now speak of thee, as they of WASH INGTON. New-York, Feb. 24, 1862. A. D. F. RANDOLPH. |