missed you. Jeff. Davis, are you coming?
We'll be glad to see you here; We'll give you a hearty greeting — you'll be welcome everywhere; You'll find a subjugated set — appeals are all in vain; They've disbudded all our police, and arrested Marshal Kane. He was a gallant gentleman — the city's boast and pride; With Baltimore's best interest his name's identified.
Not being Picayune Butler stripe, whenever there was a fray, To quell it, with his brave police, he boldly led the way. And when Abe's starving soldiers did begging to him come, He gave them food, and words of cheer, and kindly sent them home; So, while you are rewarding all those who've suffered pain, And privation, in our cause, Jeff., remember Marabal Kane, We had a Captain Smith here, which one I can't decide; Perhaps 'twas him of Halifax, for whom Miss Bailey died; He arrested each small newsboy under ten years old he'd meet, And tore up all your photographs, and strewed them on the street.
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