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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 30 (search)
Bully for you. --The word Bull is destined to become famous in this war. If our men did run from Bull Run, we have now an offset in the fact that the rebels, under Gen. Henry A. Wise, did also run from Bull's Town. So we now have Bull against Bull, and the bully of Accomac is the set-off, who set off so bravely to do what he could not accomplish. Bully for you. There was a man of Accomac, And he was bully Wise; He jumped into Kanawha's bush, And scratched out both his eyes; And, when he se fact that the rebels, under Gen. Henry A. Wise, did also run from Bull's Town. So we now have Bull against Bull, and the bully of Accomac is the set-off, who set off so bravely to do what he could not accomplish. Bully for you. There was a man of Accomac, And he was bully Wise; He jumped into Kanawha's bush, And scratched out both his eyes; And, when he saw he lost his eyes, With all his might and main, From Kanawha he quickly flies, To brag, and — run again. --National Republican, Aug. 5
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 106 (search)
o-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
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 114 (search)
46. Bully, Crapeau, and the bear. by Naynha. Mr. Bull, with a face like a brick, One evening, just after his dinner, Says, now my poor cousin is sick, “Hi'll maul ‘im has Hi ham a sinner. His vessels ‘ave plenty to do, His soldiers ‘ave more, and can't do it; I'll pop in a thousand or two, By Jingo! hi'll soon put ‘im through it.” Singing: Give it him, Bull, tra la, Take care of your chances and work ‘em, If your “dear friends” are ailing, tra la, Don't lose any time till you bark ‘em. But pate in a minute;” And he made a grimace at his back Saying, “I hope that ye'll put yer fut in it.” Singing: Give it him, Bull, tra la, Take care of your chances and work ‘em, If your “dear friends” are ailing, tra la, Don't lose any time till yees ll not be caught by yees; I'll lay a respictable bet Uncle Sam don't require to be taught by yees. Singing: Trust him not, Bull, tra la, The Divil's benathe that swate face of his; He's making yees dance, tra la, While he whi
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 137 (search)
Blasted B'S.--The B's have swarmed upon us for some time, and are more provocative of nightmare than mince pie at ten o'clock. We had Buchanan, Breckinridge, Black, Bright, Bigler, Bayard, Benjamin, and Brown to curse the nation in the civil ranks, and now we are haunted by Bull Run, Ball's Bluff, Big Bethel, and Bull's Bay, boldly entered by our fleet, notwithstanding the ominous prestige against B's. Blast the B's. We hope they will cease to swarm on the boughs of the Tree of Liberty. We hope our fleet will make no Bull in Bull's Bay, and regret that Beaufort begins with B.--Cleveland Plain Dealer. There seems to be another blasted B down at Belmont, Mo.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 187 (search)
ate, Caught out at sea! Take him up tenderly, Abraham L.; Handle him gingerly-- No one can tell What risks we encounter, In thus rudely chasina The pompous ambassador, C. S. A. Mason! Ah, the proud Minister Cometh to grief; With prospects so brilliant, How wonderful brief His life diplomatic-- All smoothly it runs, Till over his pathway It bloweth great guns! A sorry denouement This, brave F. F. V.; Thy fondest hopes blasted, Thy plans all at sea! You dreamed not of capture, While with Johnny Bull; You thought if we tried it, We'd have our hands full! But when Uncle Samuel Appeared on your track, And gave you his thunder, To which you knocked under, O! is it a wonder You were taken aback? O! poor Master Mason, There are sermons in stones-- Don't they speak to you yonder In eloquent tones? Howe'er mortar-fying To “go to the wall,” We think we've discovered Your Forte after all! We send you to Warren, Your station to fill, As Minister Foreign Nigh old Bunker Hill! You always was war