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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 239 (search)
ow at Car. lisle, then near Fort Bliss:-- Officer — Well, Pat, ain't you going to follow the General (Twiggs)? Pat--If Pat--If Gineral Scott ordhers us to folly him, sir, begor Toby (Pat's horse) can gallop as well as the best of 'em. Officer — I mePat's horse) can gallop as well as the best of 'em. Officer — I mean, won't you leave the abolition army, and join the free South? Pat--Begor I never enlisted in th' abolition army, and nePat--Begor I never enlisted in th' abolition army, and never will. I agreed to sarve Uncle Sam for five year, and, the divil a pin mark was made in the contract, with my consint, ev't the same as it is now, I won't join it agin. Officer — Pat, the Second (Cavalry) was eighteen months old when you and Ithern General. Can you remain in it, when they are gone? Pat--Well, you see, the fact of the matther is, Lieut. C., I ainave to fire on green Irish colors, in the Southern ranks? Pat--And won't you have to fire on them colors, (pointing to the Officer — D — n the man that relies on Paddies, I say. Pat--The same compliments to desarters, your honor.--N. Y.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 538 (search)
ing — in the hempen cravat! 'Tis as cheap as 'tis useful,--a blessing, to-day, When the South, owing millions, has nothing to pay; So, to show our good will, (they've but little of that,) We'll furnish them, gratis, the hempen cravat! We try it on Pat, when he snatches a knife, And slithers the wind-pipe of mother, or wife; He was crazy with whiskey,--no matter for that; He must die like a dog in the hempen cravat! What is Pat's little frolic, to what they have done? 'Tis tile foulest conspiracPat's little frolic, to what they have done? 'Tis tile foulest conspiracy under. the sun: The treason of Arnold was nothing to that, Yet he richly deserved the hempen cravat! They plotted, like him, with no wrongs to repay; How could they.be wronged, when they had their own way? They bullied the North,--we submitted to that, And, once in a while, to the hempen cravat! They wasted our treasure, by putting in Cobb To shell it out freely,--in other words, rob; When the country was bankrupt — he brought us to that-- He resigned, and ran off from the hempen cravat! We