Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2.
Frank Moore, Ed.

29. the meeting on the border.

[36] Magoffin governed old Kentuck,
     And Dennison Ohio;
And no three humans had more pluck
     Than this puissant trio,
So they hadn't.

Magoffin was the leading man:
     He telegraphed to Perry,
And writ, by post, to Dennison,
     To meet him in a hurry,
So he did.

And Dennison and Morton, too,
     Believed they had good reason
To fear Magoffin sought to do
     Some hellish act of treason,
So they did.

But they concluded it was best
     To do as he demanded,
So they would have a chance to test
     The question, “Is he candid?”
So they did.

And Morton, with some trusty chaps,
     Went up to see “Meguffin ;”
At 6 A. M. they took their traps,
     And off they went a-puffina,
So they did.

Magoffin 4 A. M. did fix,
     By post and by the wire;
But when the hour had come — why nix
     Comehraus was he — Beriah,
So he was.

And then, could you have heard them swear!
     Them chaps along with Perry:
They cussed, and stamped, and pulled their hair,
     For they were angry-very,
So they were.

And when they found that they were sold,
     And saw no chance for fighting,
They took a train that they controlled,
     And home they went a-kiting,
So they did.

At 2 A. M. the scamp did come,
     But didn't let them know it;
And so, at three, they started home,
     And when they start, they “go it,”
So they do.

No matter what they find to do,
     'Tis done with all their power;
What other men will do in two,
     They'll do in just one hour,
So they will.

And now, if they could mix his “todd,”
     They'd put some pizen stuff in,
And serve their country and their God,
     By killing off “Meguffin,”
So they would..

And serve the devil, too, as well,
     By sending him, a traitor,
To roast eternally in hell,
     As Pat would roast a tater,
So they would.

Just give them chaps a half a chance--
     Let them but lay a hand on
A traitor, and he'll have to dance,
     With atmosphere to stand on,
So he will.

But those who love old Uncle Sam,
     they love, and in their greeting,
They show it, and in every palm,
     You feel the heart a-beating,
So you do.

For patriots are brothers all--
     Alike our flag they cherish;
With it, aloft, they bear the scroll:
     “Let every traitor perish,”
So they do.