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South Carolina (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 291
begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Dare you dispraise my royal parts, And prate of Freedom, Commerce, Arts? What are they to my pedigree? Why, Adam was an F. F. V.! My arms, (a whip, ye fools, Above a bloodhound, gules!) Declare my house and birth-- The king of kings on earth! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Paupers, who can resist me? None! My wife's a pew in Washington; My youngest son — he looks like me-- Will be in Congress soon, (S. C.） His brother, Colonel Fuss, Trained up by old U. S., Tore down your dirty flag-- A General, now, with Bragg! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Let us alone, ye Federal crew, Nor dare collect our revenue; For gentlemen, from earliest date Were never useful to the State. Thanks to my forts, and guns, And arsenals, (yours, once!) I can now speak my mind, As Ancient Abe shall find! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 291
ispraise my royal parts, And prate of Freedom, Commerce, Arts? What are they to my pedigree? Why, Adam was an F. F. V.! My arms, (a whip, ye fools, Above a bloodhound, gules!) Declare my house and birth-- The king of kings on earth! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Paupers, who can resist me? None! My wife's a pew in Washington; My youngest son — he looks like me-- Will be in Congress soon, (S. C.） His brother, Colonel Fuss, Trained up by old U. S., Tore down your dirty flag-- A General, now, with Bragg! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Let us alone, ye Federal crew, Nor dare collect our revenue; For gentlemen, from earliest date Were never useful to the State. Thanks to my forts, and guns, And arsenals, (yours, once!) I can now speak my mind, As Ancient Abe shall find! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! God's ministers, we fight for you: Ai
Tunstall (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 291
91. King Cotton. [after Beranger.] by R. H. Stoddard. See this new king who comes apace, And treats us like a conquered race; He comes from Dixey's Land by rail, His throne a ragged cotton-bale. On to the White House straight He's marching — rather late, Clanking along the land, The shackles in his hand. Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! White niggers, mudsills, Northern scum, Base hirelings, hear me, and be dumb: What makes this country great and free? 'Tis me, I tell you — only me! Beware, then, of my might, Nor dare dispute my right, Or else you'll find, some day There'll be the devil to pay! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Dare you dispraise my royal parts, And prate of Freedom, Commerce, Arts? What are they to my pedigree? Why, Adam was an F. F. V.! My arms, (a whip, ye fools, Above a bloodhound, gules!) Declare my house and birth-- The king of kings on earth! Hats off! hats of
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 291
day There'll be the devil to pay! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Dare you dispraise my royal parts, And prate of Freedom, Commerce, Arts? What are they to my pedigree? Why, Adam was an F. F. V.! My arms, (a whip, ye fools, Above a bloodhound, gules!) Declare my house and birth-- The king of kings on earth! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Paupers, who can resist me? None! My wife's a pew in Washington; My youngest son — he looks like me-- Will be in Congress soon, (S. C.） His brother, Colonel Fuss, Trained up by old U. S., Tore down your dirty flag-- A General, now, with Bragg! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Let us alone, ye Federal crew, Nor dare collect our revenue; For gentlemen, from earliest date Were never useful to the State. Thanks to my forts, and guns, And arsenals, (yours, once!) I can now speak my mind, As Ancient Abe shall
Fuss (search for this): chapter 291
reat King Cotton! Dare you dispraise my royal parts, And prate of Freedom, Commerce, Arts? What are they to my pedigree? Why, Adam was an F. F. V.! My arms, (a whip, ye fools, Above a bloodhound, gules!) Declare my house and birth-- The king of kings on earth! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Paupers, who can resist me? None! My wife's a pew in Washington; My youngest son — he looks like me-- Will be in Congress soon, (S. C.） His brother, Colonel Fuss, Trained up by old U. S., Tore down your dirty flag-- A General, now, with Bragg! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Let us alone, ye Federal crew, Nor dare collect our revenue; For gentlemen, from earliest date Were never useful to the State. Thanks to my forts, and guns, And arsenals, (yours, once!) I can now speak my mind, As Ancient Abe shall find! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! God's min
Tom White (search for this): chapter 291
91. King Cotton. [after Beranger.] by R. H. Stoddard. See this new king who comes apace, And treats us like a conquered race; He comes from Dixey's Land by rail, His throne a ragged cotton-bale. On to the White House straight He's marching — rather late, Clanking along the land, The shackles in his hand. Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! White niggers, mudsills, Northern scum, Base hirelings, hear me, and be dumb: What makes this country great and free? 'Tis me, I tell you — only me! Beware, then, of my might, Nor dare dispute my right, Or else you'll find, some day There'll be the devil to pay! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Dare you dispraise my royal parts, And prate of Freedom, Commerce, Arts? What are they to my pedigree? Why, Adam was an F. F. V.! My arms, (a whip, ye fools, Above a bloodhound, gules!) Declare my house and birth-- The king of kings on earth! Hats off! hats of
R. H. Stoddard (search for this): chapter 291
91. King Cotton. [after Beranger.] by R. H. Stoddard. See this new king who comes apace, And treats us like a conquered race; He comes from Dixey's Land by rail, His throne a ragged cotton-bale. On to the White House straight He's marching — rather late, Clanking along the land, The shackles in his hand. Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! White niggers, mudsills, Northern scum, Base hirelings, hear me, and be dumb: What makes this country great and free? 'Tis me, I tell you — only me! Beware, then, of my might, Nor dare dispute my right, Or else you'll find, some day There'll be the devil to pay! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Dare you dispraise my royal parts, And prate of Freedom, Commerce, Arts? What are they to my pedigree? Why, Adam was an F. F. V.! My arms, (a whip, ye fools, Above a bloodhound, gules!) Declare my house and birth-- The king of kings on earth! Hats off! hats off
Bragg (search for this): chapter 291
Arts? What are they to my pedigree? Why, Adam was an F. F. V.! My arms, (a whip, ye fools, Above a bloodhound, gules!) Declare my house and birth-- The king of kings on earth! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Paupers, who can resist me? None! My wife's a pew in Washington; My youngest son — he looks like me-- Will be in Congress soon, (S. C.） His brother, Colonel Fuss, Trained up by old U. S., Tore down your dirty flag-- A General, now, with Bragg! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Let us alone, ye Federal crew, Nor dare collect our revenue; For gentlemen, from earliest date Were never useful to the State. Thanks to my forts, and guns, And arsenals, (yours, once!) I can now speak my mind, As Ancient Abe shall find! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! God's ministers, we fight for you: Aid us, ye aid the Gospel too. For you, beast-people, (cle
Abe (search for this): chapter 291
in Washington; My youngest son — he looks like me-- Will be in Congress soon, (S. C.） His brother, Colonel Fuss, Trained up by old U. S., Tore down your dirty flag-- A General, now, with Bragg! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Let us alone, ye Federal crew, Nor dare collect our revenue; For gentlemen, from earliest date Were never useful to the State. Thanks to my forts, and guns, And arsenals, (yours, once!) I can now speak my mind, As Ancient Abe shall find! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! God's ministers, we fight for you: Aid us, ye aid the Gospel too. For you, beast-people, (clear the track!) Still bear our saddles on your back! We'll ride you all your lives; Your daughters, too, and wives, Shall serve us in our need, And teach our girls to read! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Your musket, chaplain--(mind my toes!) The smoke is ince
Adam (search for this): chapter 291
rs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! White niggers, mudsills, Northern scum, Base hirelings, hear me, and be dumb: What makes this country great and free? 'Tis me, I tell you — only me! Beware, then, of my might, Nor dare dispute my right, Or else you'll find, some day There'll be the devil to pay! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Dare you dispraise my royal parts, And prate of Freedom, Commerce, Arts? What are they to my pedigree? Why, Adam was an F. F. V.! My arms, (a whip, ye fools, Above a bloodhound, gules!) Declare my house and birth-- The king of kings on earth! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Paupers, who can resist me? None! My wife's a pew in Washington; My youngest son — he looks like me-- Will be in Congress soon, (S. C.） His brother, Colonel Fuss, Trained up by old U. S., Tore down your dirty flag-- A General, now, with Bragg! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs <
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