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YANKEE DOODLE.
The cotton-hags, away down South,
Are waxing mighty sore, sir; And so they will, and so they did
In Eighteen Thirty-four, sir. They Rwore our States they'd nullify,
And peel off like an onion; But General Jackson crowed " Shanghai 1"
And made them stick to the Union.
Then wake up, etc.
I vow it is a tarnal shame
That these same cotton-bags, sir, That helped to fence our freedom in,
Should help to split our flag, sirs! But we won't suffer such disgrace #
From any rebel minion; "We'll whitewash every nigger's face,
And make him squeal out, " Union!"
Then wake up, etc.
Our flag, for near a hundred years, .
Has waved where oceans roll now; And the Yankees they have just gone out
For to plant it on a pole now! May he, who would divide that flag,
By stirring up t/z's-union, Be tied up in a woollen bag,
And choked till he cries out, " Union 1"
Then wake up, etc.
Horace Greeley, "Wendell Phillips too;
Are a pair of Siamese twins, sir; They ought to go below, you know,
To answer for their sins, sir. They both should marry monkeys, too,
And cut a pretty figure ; For a monkey, you all know, my boys.
Is the nearest thing to a nigger.
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