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THE OYSTER-TAMER. |
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"With, your promise to pay— How are you, Cousin Postage-Stamps ?
Promise to pay— No more R-appahannocks!
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We are willing, Father Abraham,
One hundred millions more Should help our Uncle Samuel
To prosecute the war; But then we want a chieftain true,
One for to lead the van; And George McClellan, you all know,
He is the very man.
"With his Potomac Army grand, Peace will once more smile upon us;
The Potomac Army grand— Three cheers for Little Mac! |
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THE OYSTER-TAMER. Sung by Archy Hughes.
0 white folks, attend unto me,
And listen to my ditty; It's of old Pete Williams, long ago
Dat lived in New York city. He was a carpenter by trade,
And a plane man, on de square: He saw'd himself to Washington,
To gouge himself in de chair.
Chorus—Den fare you well, my own Mary Ann, To part wid you it grieves me, honey; For I'm gwine down to Washington, To circulate de money.
Her fader was an oyster-tamer,
From de saddle Rocky Oystery; He used to catch dem on de Sound,
And sell 'em in de Bow-ri-ree. |
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