146. a New version of an old song.
[Respectfully Dedicated to the London Times.] God save Cotton, our King!God save our noble King!
God save the King!
Send him the sway he craves,
Britons his willing slaves.
“Rule,” Cotton! “Rule the waves!”
God save the King!
Outweighing truth and fame,
Cotton shall cloak our shame,
Freedom an empty name.
God save the King!
Careless of good or ill,
Cotton is sovereign still,
While we our pockets fill.
God save the King!
Lowly we bend the knee
To his autocracy;
Cotton shall rule the free
God save the King!
--N. Y. . Evening Post, May 29.