21. O Johnny Bull my Jo John!
air--John Anderson my Jo.
It was stated in the Dispatch during the last days of December, that a gentleman just from the West-Indies had said that there were eighty-seven British ships-of-war lying in those waters. This statement gave rise to the following imitation of an old song: O Johnny Bull my Jo John! I wonder what you mean,By sending all these frigates out, commissioned by the Queen;
You'll frighten off the Yankees, John, and why should you do so?
Best catch and sink or burn them all, O Johnny Bull my Jo!
O Johnny Bull my Jo John! when Yankee hands profane,
Were laid in wanton insult upon the lion's mane,
He roared so loud and long, John, they quickly let him go,
And sank upon their trembling knees, O Johnny Bull my Jo!
O Johnny Bull my Jo John! when Lincoln first began
To try his hand at war, John, you were a peaceful man;
But now your blood is up, John, and well the Yankees know,
You play the d--1 when you start, O Johnny Bull my Jo!
O Johnny Bull my Jo John, let's take the field together,
And hunt the Yankee Doodles home in spite of wind and weather,
And ere a twelvemonth roll around, to Boston we will go,
And eat our Christmas dinner there, O Johnny Bull my Jo!
Richmond Dispatch, January 22.
