Sing, O my soul!
The nigger hed become sassy and impudent, and denied that he wuz a
servant unto his brethren.
He sheltered hisself behind the Freedman's Burow, and the Civil Rites
Bill, and the soldiery, and he wagged his lip at us, and made mouths at
us.
And we longed to git at him, but because of these we durst not.
But now who shell succor him.
We will smite him hip and thigh, onless he consents to be normal.
Our time uv rejoicin is come.
In Kentucky, the soldiers voted,--them ez wuz clothed in gray,--and we
routed the Abolishnists.
Three great capchers hev we made: New Orleens we capcherd, Kentucky we
capcherd, and the President--him who aforetime strayed from us--we
capcherd.
Rejoice, O my soul! for yoor good time, wich wuz so long a comin, is
come.
We shel hev Post Offisis, and Collectorships, and Assessorships, and
Furrin Mishns, and Route Agencies, and sich; and on the proceeds thereof
will we eat, drink, and be merry.
The great rivers shel be whisky, the islands therein sugar, the streems
tributary lemon joose and bitters, and the faithful shel drink.
Whisky shel be cheap; for we shel hold the offises, and kin pay; and the
heart uv the barkeeper shel be glad.
The Ablishnist shel hang his hed; and we will jeer him, and flout him,
and say unto him, "Go up, bald head!" and no bears shel bite us; for,
lo! the President is our rock, and in him we abide.
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