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Browsing named entities in a specific section of Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore). Search the whole document.
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Allen M. Scott (search for this): chapter 10
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song on Gen. Scott. by N. B. J****.
tune--Poor Old Horse, Let Him Die. Virginia had a son, Who gathered up some fame; He many battles won, And thereby won a nature doth decay, Virginia she does scold, And all can hear her say, Poor old Scott, let him die. He is old, and very mean, sir; He is dull, and very slow; And it r will he ever pray; Then kick him out of sight, And let Virginia say, Poor old Scott, let him die. The sound of his war-whoop No one again will hear; In dread laps wallow in the mud, Than be old Lincoln's dog, Or be his warrior stud. Poor old Scott, let him die. I had rather be a dog, And bay the stars and moon; I had sooner be a frog, With a dungeon for my doom, Than to be poor old Scott, To fill a traitor's grave, And there in silence rot, Without a soul to save. Poor old Scott, let him, Than to be poor old Scott, To fill a traitor's grave, And there in silence rot, Without a soul to save. Poor old Scott, let him die. --Richmond Dispatch, Aug. 27.
Abe Lincoln (search for this): chapter 10
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