165. the Southern Malbrook a song of the Future.
by R. H. Stoddard.
air--“Malbrough s'en va-t-en guerre.” Jeff. Davis has gone to battle,Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
Jeff. Davis has gone to battle,
Nor knows when he'll return.
He'll return on the first of April,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
He'll return on the first of April,
Or on the Fourth of July.
But the Fourth of July is over,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedldee;
But the Fourth of July is over,
And Davis does not return.
Lady Davis calls her Congress,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
Lady Davis calls her Congress,
And mounts the speaker's chair.
She there perceives her nigger,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
She there perceives her nigger,
As black as the ace of spades.
“Nigger, my high-priced nigger,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
Nigger, my high-priced nigger,
What tidings do you bring?”
”O Gorra, missus, de tidin's,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
O Gorra, missus, de tidin's,
Dey'll make yer lily eyes weep.
”Took off yer summer muslin,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
Took off yer summer muslin,
Also yer more anteek.
”Massa Jeff. is done gone dead,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
Mass Jeff. is done gone dead,
Dead an' buried, shu-ah!
”I seed him shove in de ground,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
I seed him shove in de ground,
By de Abolitioners!
”One follored wid his message,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
One follored wid his message,
Anoder wid his letters ob Mark.
”One carried his dyina ‘fession,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
One carried his dyina ‘fession,
Anoder some ‘Fed'rate bond's.
”Dey hung him on de gallus,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
Dey hung him on de gallus,
Under de Stars an' Stripes.
”Around his tomb dey planted,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee,
Around his tomb dey planted
De cussed Palmetter tree!
”Upon de topmost branches,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee,
Upon de topmost branches,
De Turkey buzzard sung.
”We seed his troubled spirit,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee,
We seed his troubled spirit
Fly ober de Cotton States.
[136] ”Secesshun fell to de ground,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
Secesshun fell to de ground,
Till it got up agin,
”To sing ob de victories,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee,
To sing ob de victories
Dat Massa Davis won.
”De sad occashun ober,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee,
De sad occashun ober,
De folks went home to bed.“
--Vanity Fair.
