38. the whole story told in rhyme.
by W. J. S.John Bull he met our Jonathan,
“Ah! Jonathan,” said he, sir,
“Pray tell me, now, what's all this row
I hear across the sea, sir?
You're kicking up a pretty fuss,
Pray tell me what it's for, sir;
Let me advise: just compromise-
A horrid thing is war, sir.
“I shall want cotton, Jonathan,
Likewise Virginia's weed, sir;
And, really now, I can't allow
This quarrel to proceed, sir.”
“Du tell,” said Brother Jonathan,
“Now, don't you get excited;
At hum I rule — so just keep cool
You'll see this thing all righted.
“My Southern boys for years have held
The Presidential reins, sir--
Until to-day they've held a sway
They never can regain, sir.
And when they cannot rule, they kick
And hate with all their might, sir,
For love of Union's second to
Their fondness for State rights, sir.
“They say we mean to free their slaves
And take them from their hands, sir,
And rob them of their property,
Their daughters, and their lands, sir.
We've told them that we meant not sich,
But this they have not heeded;
So, feeling sore, they've took to war
And wilfully seceded.
“We only ask them to obey
The same laws that we do, sir,
Their fathers helped our own to make--
They were good men, and true, sir;
We ask no more, we'll take no less,
Though every tarnal drop, sir,
Of Northern blood the land shall flood
Till then it cannot stop, sir.
“I want but justice, bully John,
Respect, and all my dues sir,
And when I have them, Johnny Bull,
You shall have cotton too, sir.
But not till then, that's sartin, sure,
So take the matter easy;
And when the war is over, John,
I'll do my best to please ye.”