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Illinois (Illinois, United States) (search for this): chapter 188
es have broken loose, Roaring round like the very deuce! Lice of Egypt, a hungry pack, After 'em, boys, and drive 'em back. Bull-dog, terrier, cur and fice, Back to the beggarly land of ice; Worry 'em, bite 'em, scratch and tear Everybody and everywhere. Old Kentucky is caved from under, Tennessee is split asunder, Alabama awaits attack, And Georgia bristles up her back. Old John Brown is dead and gone! Still his spirit is marching on, Lantern-jawed, and legs, my boys, Long as an ape's from Illinois! Want a weapon? Gather a brick! Club or cudgel, or stone or stick, Anything with a blade or but, Anything that can cleave or cut. Anything heavy, or hard, or keen I Any sort of slaying machine! Anything with a willing mind, And the steady arm of a man behind. Want a weapon? Why, capture one! Every Doodle has got a gun, Belt and bayonet, bright and new, Kill a Doodle and capture two! Shoulder to shoulder, son and sire I All, call all! to the feast of fire! Mother and maiden, and child and
Tennessee (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 188
57. call all! call all! by Georgia. Whoop! the Doodles have broken loose, Roaring round like the very deuce! Lice of Egypt, a hungry pack, After 'em, boys, and drive 'em back. Bull-dog, terrier, cur and fice, Back to the beggarly land of ice; Worry 'em, bite 'em, scratch and tear Everybody and everywhere. Old Kentucky is caved from under, Tennessee is split asunder, Alabama awaits attack, And Georgia bristles up her back. Old John Brown is dead and gone! Still his spirit is marching on, Lantern-jawed, and legs, my boys, Long as an ape's from Illinois! Want a weapon? Gather a brick! Club or cudgel, or stone or stick, Anything with a blade or but, Anything that can cleave or cut. Anything heavy, or hard, or keen I Any sort of slaying machine! Anything with a willing mind, And the steady arm of a man behind. Want a weapon? Why, capture one! Every Doodle has got a gun, Belt and bayonet, bright and new, Kill a Doodle and capture two! Shoulder to shoulder, son and sire I All, call a
Rockingham, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 188
hungry pack, After 'em, boys, and drive 'em back. Bull-dog, terrier, cur and fice, Back to the beggarly land of ice; Worry 'em, bite 'em, scratch and tear Everybody and everywhere. Old Kentucky is caved from under, Tennessee is split asunder, Alabama awaits attack, And Georgia bristles up her back. Old John Brown is dead and gone! Still his spirit is marching on, Lantern-jawed, and legs, my boys, Long as an ape's from Illinois! Want a weapon? Gather a brick! Club or cudgel, or stone or stick, Anything with a blade or but, Anything that can cleave or cut. Anything heavy, or hard, or keen I Any sort of slaying machine! Anything with a willing mind, And the steady arm of a man behind. Want a weapon? Why, capture one! Every Doodle has got a gun, Belt and bayonet, bright and new, Kill a Doodle and capture two! Shoulder to shoulder, son and sire I All, call all! to the feast of fire! Mother and maiden, and child and slave, A common triumph, or a single grave. Rockingham, Va., Register.
Alabama (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 188
57. call all! call all! by Georgia. Whoop! the Doodles have broken loose, Roaring round like the very deuce! Lice of Egypt, a hungry pack, After 'em, boys, and drive 'em back. Bull-dog, terrier, cur and fice, Back to the beggarly land of ice; Worry 'em, bite 'em, scratch and tear Everybody and everywhere. Old Kentucky is caved from under, Tennessee is split asunder, Alabama awaits attack, And Georgia bristles up her back. Old John Brown is dead and gone! Still his spirit is marching on, Lantern-jawed, and legs, my boys, Long as an ape's from Illinois! Want a weapon? Gather a brick! Club or cudgel, or stone or stick, Anything with a blade or but, Anything that can cleave or cut. Anything heavy, or hard, or keen I Any sort of slaying machine! Anything with a willing mind, And the steady arm of a man behind. Want a weapon? Why, capture one! Every Doodle has got a gun, Belt and bayonet, bright and new, Kill a Doodle and capture two! Shoulder to shoulder, son and sire I All, call a
Georgia (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 188
57. call all! call all! by Georgia. Whoop! the Doodles have broken loose, Roaring round like the very deuce! Lice of Egypt, a hungry pack, After 'em, boys, and drive 'em back. Bull-dog, terrier, cur and fice, Back to the beggarly land of ice; Worry 'em, bite 'em, scratch and tear Everybody and everywhere. Old Kentucky is caved from under, Tennessee is split asunder, Alabama awaits attack, And Georgia bristles up her back. Old John Brown is dead and gone! Still his spirit is marching on, Lantern-jawed, and legs, my boys, Long as an ape's from Illinois! Want a weapon? Gather a brick! Club or cudgel, or stone or stick, Anything with a blade or but, Anything that can cleave or cut. Anything heavy, or hard, or keen I Any sort of slaying machine! Anything with a willing mind, And the steady arm of a man behind. Want a weapon? Why, capture one! Every Doodle has got a gun, Belt and bayonet, bright and new, Kill a Doodle and capture two! Shoulder to shoulder, son and sire I All, call a
Old John Brown (search for this): chapter 188
57. call all! call all! by Georgia. Whoop! the Doodles have broken loose, Roaring round like the very deuce! Lice of Egypt, a hungry pack, After 'em, boys, and drive 'em back. Bull-dog, terrier, cur and fice, Back to the beggarly land of ice; Worry 'em, bite 'em, scratch and tear Everybody and everywhere. Old Kentucky is caved from under, Tennessee is split asunder, Alabama awaits attack, And Georgia bristles up her back. Old John Brown is dead and gone! Still his spirit is marching on, Lantern-jawed, and legs, my boys, Long as an ape's from Illinois! Want a weapon? Gather a brick! Club or cudgel, or stone or stick, Anything with a blade or but, Anything that can cleave or cut. Anything heavy, or hard, or keen I Any sort of slaying machine! Anything with a willing mind, And the steady arm of a man behind. Want a weapon? Why, capture one! Every Doodle has got a gun, Belt and bayonet, bright and new, Kill a Doodle and capture two! Shoulder to shoulder, son and sire I All, call al