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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 6 (search)
6. Jonathan to John. A Yankee Idyl. It don't seem hardly right, John, When both my hands was full, To stump me to a fight, John-- Your cousin, tu, John Bull! Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess We know it now,” sez he; “The lion's paw is all the law, Accordina to J. B., Thet's fit for you an' me!” Blood ain't so cool as ink, John: It's likely you'd haa wrote, An‘ stopped a spell to think, John, Arter they'd cut your throat! Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess He'd skurce haa stopped,” sez he, “To mind his p's and q's ef that weasan‘ Hed b'longed to ole J. B., Instid oa you an' me!” Ef I turned mad dogs loose, John, On your front-parlor stairs, Would it jest meet your views, John,, To wait an' sue their heirs? Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess, I on'y guess,” sez he, “Thet, e‘ Vattell on his toes fell, 'Twould kind o‘ rile J. B., Ez wall ez you an' me!” Who made the law thet hurts, John, Heads, I win — ditto, tails? “J. B.” was on his shirts, John, Onless
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 69 (search)
26. to John Bull. If to threaten be to fright, And to bluster be to fight, As on paper now you do, It is bully, John, for you. But if war means more than words, Crashing bullets, bloody swords-- Victory on the land and sea, 'Twill be bully, John, for me.