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Edward S. Ellis (search for this): chapter 99
31. going to the wars. by Edward S. Ellis. Clergymen are mustering Members of their flocks, Satisfied they're able To inflict some knocks; Sounding forth their doctrines, Clearing up the mist From their eyes; their discourse Ends with “ List! oh! list!” Editors are gathering; And the walls of fame Soon will show their children Where they “carved a name;” Every inland steamer, Every train of cars, Bring their eager thousands, Going to the wars. Tailors, clerks, mechanics, Shoemakers to boot; Teachers tell their “ideas,” “Now's the time to shoot.” Bronzed and honest farmers Say, “We're bound to jine,” As the hardy fellows Fall within the line. Students, doctors, lawyers, Make a sight sublime, With the shoulder-hitters, “Coming up to time ;” Officers and seamen, Salts and jolly tars, All are now enlisting, Going to the wars. Timid, blushing maiden Softly gasps, “My gracious!” As her gallant lover Swears he'll shoot Jeff. Davis. Proud and doting father, When h
Jefferson Davis (search for this): chapter 99
e;” Every inland steamer, Every train of cars, Bring their eager thousands, Going to the wars. Tailors, clerks, mechanics, Shoemakers to boot; Teachers tell their “ideas,” “Now's the time to shoot.” Bronzed and honest farmers Say, “We're bound to jine,” As the hardy fellows Fall within the line. Students, doctors, lawyers, Make a sight sublime, With the shoulder-hitters, “Coming up to time ;” Officers and seamen, Salts and jolly tars, All are now enlisting, Going to the wars. Timid, blushing maiden Softly gasps, “My gracious!” As her gallant lover Swears he'll shoot Jeff. Davis. Proud and doting father, When he says, “My son,” Hears his roguish youngster Whisper, “of a gun.” Gallant-looking firemen, In their flannel shirts, Reckon they can handle “Them ‘ere Southern squirts.” Armies from the mountains, Armies from the hills, Armies from the workshops, Armies from the mills; Hosts of freemen rushing Round the Stripes and Stars; Gracious! won't t