The “old Concern,”
A New song by Uncle Sam.The “Old Concern,” which has so long
Its banner bright unfurled--
In honor, truth, and glory strong--
The pride of all the world!
Ah! cowards, if one spark of shame
Can in your bosom burn,
Reflect how much you owe the name
Of that good “Old Concern.”
Through long, long years, your happy lot
It made for you; and then
It gave-what else you ne'er had got--
A station among men;
Without its aid which of you, pray,
An honest cent would earn?
And yet you wish to run away,
And leave the “Old Concern.”
Remember Bunker! Lexington!
The Delaware! Yorktown!
Fields where our fathers fought and won
Their glory and renown!
To Vernon go, and thoughtfully
Gaze on yon sacred urn,
Then think what caitiffs you must be,
To curse the “Old Concern!”
You're rich, because you robbed my till,
And cotton makes you great;
You'd shut up shop against my will,
But cotton you can't eat;
And when your negroes run away,
You then, perhaps, will learn
It had been wiser far to stay
And mind the “Old Concern.”
When anarchy's dread wings unfurl
Upon that shore so dark,
To which ambitious fiends would hurl
Your frail and happy bark,
Ah! then, perhaps-but when too late.
You'll hopelessly discern,
How happier was your former state
When in the “Old Concern.”
O madmen! time will surely come
When you, in grief, will learn
To taste again the sweets of home,
Within the “Old Concern.”
Ah! yes, you'll come before not long,
In penitent return,
To strive and wipe out all the wrongs
You've done the “Old Concern!”