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NEW BALLAD OF LORD LOVELL. 1
That never he 'd fly from a Yankee crew While he was a son of Mars.
He had fifty thousand gallant men,
Fifty thousand men had he, Who had all sworn with him that they 'd never
Surrender to any tarnation Yankee.
He had forts that no Yankee alive could take ;
He had iron-clad boats a score, And batteries all around the Lake,
And along the river-shore.
Sir Farragut came with a mighty fleet,
With a mighty fleet came he, And Lord Lovell instanter began to retieat,
Before the first boat he could see.
His fifty thousand gallant men
Dwindled down to thousands six: They heard a distant cannon and then
Commenced a-cutting their sticks.
" Oh ! tarry, Lord Lovell! " Sir Farragut cried, " Oh! tarry Lord Lovell!" said he ;
" I rather think not," Lord Lovell replied, " For I 'm in a great hurry." |
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