The Northern invasion of Lee.What means this invasion of Lee?
This Northern invasion by Lee?
Can any one tell the extent of his lines?
And why he cuts up such impertinent shines?
And where it is going? Has any one guessed?
On a frolic up North, or a raid in the West,
This great rebel army of Lee?
Some say that this army of Lee,
This half famished army of Lee,
Has invaded the North to secure the relief
Of old Pennsylvania's bread, butter, and beef,
And horses and blankets, and shirts, boots and shoes,
And that her choice whisky they will not refuse,
These tatterdemalions of Lee.
Some guess that this army of Lee,
This penniless army of Lee,
Is destined to play us some ruinous pranks,
To surprise Philadelphia, and clean out her banks
And Uncle Sam's mint, and their treasures untold
In “greenbacks” and nickel, and silver and gold,
This vagabond army of Lee.
And others will have it that Lee,
Or a part of this army of Lee,
Is moving North-West, and to Pittsburgh is bound,
To sack it, and blow up, or burn to the ground
Its factories of great guns, and gunboats — that all
Its warlike establishments surely must fall
To the wrath of this army of Lee.
And others are certain that Lee,
And the savage battalions of Lee,
Are moving for Baltimore, there, in the name
Of pious Jeff Davis, to kindle the flame
Of a roaring rebellion — that this is the game,
The grand calculation and object and aim,
Of these terrible Tartars of Lee.
Some think that these movements of Lee,
And these raids from the army of Lee,
Are only deceptions, the tricks and the show
Of a Northern invasion, to cheat “Fighting Joe,”
And then to push on, without pausing to rest,
To a junction with Bragg to recover the West,
By these bold Carthaginians of Lee.
Some think that abandoning Lee,
The Cotton State Legions of Lee,
Care little for Richmond — that Davis & Co.
Have packed up their traps and are ready to go
To some safer refuge down South--that, in fine,
In Georgia they next will establish their shrine,
And leave old Virginia to Lee.
But it is our impression that Lee,
And this wonderful army of Lee,
Are moving with Washington still in their eyes,
Looming up as the grand and desirable prize
Which will gain the alliance of England and France,
And bring in John Bull to assist in the dance,
Hand in hand with the army of Lee.
'Tis the last chance remaining to Lee,
And the last to this army of Lee,
And the last to Jeff Davis; for, sure as they fail
In this desperate game, nothing else will avail
To keep their frail craft and its masters adrift,
Or to rescue from ruin, disastrous and swift,
This grand rebel army of Lee.
All these Border State movements of Lee
Are but the diversions of Lee
To divide our main army which holds him at bay,
To divide it, and crush it, and open the way
To “Old Abe's” headquarters; for, these once pos-sessed,
King Jeff will retrieve his misfortunes out West,
As he thinks, by this triumph of Lee.
But this Northern invasion of Lee,
With the loss of this army of Lee,
To Richmond so strongly invites us that way,
That we are expecting the tidings some day
That Dix has gone in, and that Davis has saddled
His steed, and has over the river skedaddled
To hunt up the army of Lee.
 And we think in these movements of Lee,
With this hide and seek army of Lee,
The occasion has come when his game may be foiled,
And we hope that his schemes will be thoroughly spoiled
By our war-chiefs at Washington waiting the day
To bring our whole army en masse into play
On the broken battalions of Lee.