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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore) 4 0 Browse Search
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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 103 (search)
Yankees. by James S. Watkins. it is the “chivalry's” delight To “Yankee” every loyal man, And I, just here, but think them right In calling “Yankees” all they can! For who are “Yankees” but “the brave,” The noble and the daring free? Who'd rather moulder in the grave, Than bow to tyrant's slavery! Who but the “Yankees” dared to break The bonds of George, the tyrant king? And who but they, ne'er feared to stake Upon their cause their every thing? Who but the “Yankees” justly brought Destruction on the British tea, And then against the tyrant fought The battles of our Liberty? And who but they, with iron will-- A sabre and a trusty gun-- Earned laurels bright at Bunker Hill, At Concord, and at Lexington? Who but a “Yankee” dared to stand Before Ticonderoga's wall, And, in Jehovah's name command, “This night thou shalt surrender all” ? Call me a “Yankee!” --who but they, O'er Delaware's proud but frosty tide, With frozen feet, once pushed their w
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 42 (search)
14. the flag of secession. a Reply to the song of the same Heading. see page 84, Vol. III., Rumors and Incidents. by James S. Watkins. air--Star-Spangled Banner. I. Oh! yes, I have seen by the early dawn's light, What your minions have hailed as “the flag of Secession,” Base rebeldom's glory! a pitiless sight, Defiantly waves o'er the Union's possessions; With Davis your tool, In a fanatical school, You'll pillage and burn o'er the country you'll rule; Then “the flag of Secession” in darkness will wave O'er the land of our freedom and Liberty's grave. II. You've trampled the laws of our land 'neath your feet, And now e'en exult that your slaves still pursue it; But the day is forthcoming when freemen you'll meet; Then, bitterly then, will your hirelings rue it. But if a defeat Our armies should meet, No life will be spared but to those that are fleet, When rebeldom's banner in darkness will wave O'er the downfall of freedom and Liberty's grave. III. No despot has ever
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 344 (search)
104. a voice from Mount Vernon. by James S. Watkins. O beauteous peace! Sweet union of State! what else but thou Gives safety, strength, and glory to a people? --Thomson. The Lord will give strength unto his people; the Lord will bless his people with peace.--Psalm 29: 11. Oh! where, brothers, where is our liberty? Where, where is the “union of lands” That was won by the blood of our sires, From England's tyrannical bands? Oh! where are the sons of the patriot Who slumbers in Mount Vernon's gloom? Would to heaven his children could hear him Calling, “Peace, children, peace!” from the tomb. Oh! where, brothers, where is your birthright? Where, where is your free speech and laws? Why, why do you war with each other In the verge of Anarchy's jaws? “Peace, freemen, peace with thy kinsmen!” Let the angel of love hover o'er you, And betray not the trust of your brethren, Disgracing the country that bore you. Where, where are the children of freedom Whose bravery and v
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 56 (search)
29. the American Nation. by James S. Watkins. The American Nation! She knows not her strength, Whose armies are millions, through Her breadth and her length; Her Union is strength-- She dreads not the world, Though at her, unjustly, They've thunderbolts hurled. With her navy of iron, And sailors of steel, She scorns haughty Europe, Whose tyrannic heel Would crush with oppression (If crush it they could) That birthright her freemen Have purchased by blood. The American Nation! A light to the world, Where Liberty's emblem, By freemen unfurled, Waves aloft, in its glory, O'er steeple and dome, Protecting and granting The oppressed a home. The American Nation! All freemen we have! No serfs, à la Russia, The nobleman's slave! But a land where the poor The sceptre can wield, And rule with the wealthy, 'Neath Liberty's shield. The American Nation! Independent and free! God grant she, through ages United may be: Ay, grant that her banner Of starry-gemmed blue Shall now and for ever Wave ov
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 162 (search)
79. Don't meddle with the Yankees, John Bull. by James S. Watkins. Written while the fever ran high on recognition by England and France, during the first year of the unnatural war, and inscribed to the English secessionists of to-day. Don't meddle with the Yankees, John Bull, They'll “teach you a thing, now, or two;” Don't meddle with the Yankees, John Bull, Don't meddle, whatever you do! They are ten times as strong, Johnny Bull, And a hundred more daring to kill, Than, when in their weakness, John Bull, Your “hirelings” besieged Bunker Hill. Don't meddle with the Yankees, John Bull, They've Freedom and Liberty's might; Don't meddle with the Yankees, John Bull, Or else you may force them to fight. And then, when in their strength, John Bull, They cross the St. Lawrence, “mi boy,” Look out to be served, Johnny Bull, As you treated the captured Sepoy. The Yankees don't boast, Johnny Bull, They but speak out their mind as it is; Then I pray you don't meddle, John Bull, For