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Columbia (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 177
63. Cotton is King. Cotton is King. Tired of her Queen, Britain is seen Gazing far o'er To Columbia's shore; Where, lying prone, Hurled from his throne, Robbed of his power, Brought to his hour, Changed to a thing, Lies the old King. Cotton is King; And Albion's throne, Now scarce her own, Rocks in a swing, Spun by the King She, in her pride, Was wont to deride; Crying, with scorn, “Lo! the base-born Have chosen the thing Cotton for King!” Cotton is King. Let her beware, Lest, caught in a snare, While she bends low Homage to show, Far o'er the main Should sweep the refrain: “Britain is down, Robbed of her crown, And the base thing Cotton is King!” M. A. New York, June 17
Albion (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 177
63. Cotton is King. Cotton is King. Tired of her Queen, Britain is seen Gazing far o'er To Columbia's shore; Where, lying prone, Hurled from his throne, Robbed of his power, Brought to his hour, Changed to a thing, Lies the old King. Cotton is King; And Albion's throne, Now scarce her own, Rocks in a swing, Spun by the King She, in her pride, Was wont to deride; Crying, with scorn, “Lo! the base-born Have chosen the thing Cotton for King!” Cotton is King. Let her beware, Lest, caught in a snare, While she bends low Homage to show, Far o'er the main Should sweep the refrain: “Britain is down, Robbed of her crown, And the base thing Cotton is King!” M. A. New York, June 17
King (search for this): chapter 177
63. Cotton is King. Cotton is King. Tired of her Queen, Britain is seen Gazing far o'er To Columbia's shore; Where, lying prone, Hurled from his throne, Robbed ofKing. Tired of her Queen, Britain is seen Gazing far o'er To Columbia's shore; Where, lying prone, Hurled from his throne, Robbed of his power, Brought to his hour, Changed to a thing, Lies the old King. Cotton is King; And Albion's throne, Now scarce her own, Rocks in a swing, Spun by the King SKing; And Albion's throne, Now scarce her own, Rocks in a swing, Spun by the King She, in her pride, Was wont to deride; Crying, with scorn, “Lo! the base-born Have chosen the thing Cotton for King!” Cotton is King. Let her beware, Lest, caughtKing!” Cotton is King. Let her beware, Lest, caught in a snare, While she bends low Homage to show, Far o'er the main Should sweep the refrain: “Britain is down, Robbed of her crown, And the base thing Cotton is KingKing. Let her beware, Lest, caught in a snare, While she bends low Homage to show, Far o'er the main Should sweep the refrain: “Britain is down, Robbed of her crown, And the base thing Cotton is King!” M. A. New York, June 17, 1861. mage to show, Far o'er the main Should sweep the refrain: “Britain is down, Robbed of her crown, And the base thing Cotton is King!” M. A. New York,
June 17th, 1861 AD (search for this): chapter 177
63. Cotton is King. Cotton is King. Tired of her Queen, Britain is seen Gazing far o'er To Columbia's shore; Where, lying prone, Hurled from his throne, Robbed of his power, Brought to his hour, Changed to a thing, Lies the old King. Cotton is King; And Albion's throne, Now scarce her own, Rocks in a swing, Spun by the King She, in her pride, Was wont to deride; Crying, with scorn, “Lo! the base-born Have chosen the thing Cotton for King!” Cotton is King. Let her beware, Lest, caught in a snare, While she bends low Homage to show, Far o'er the main Should sweep the refrain: “Britain is down, Robbed of her crown, And the base thing Cotton is King!” M. A. New York, June 17, 1861<