Tuesday, March 13, 2012

1862 March 15 Baltimore

Engraving of an elephant carrying a banner reading I CARRY ALONG with a blanket on his back reading THE DESPOT'S SONG

With a beard that was filthy and red,
His mouth with tobacco bespread,
Abe Lincoln sat in the gay white house,
a wishing that he was dead--
Swear! Swear! Swear!
Till his tongue was blistered o'er,
Then in a voice not very strong;
He slowly whined the Despot's song;

Lie! Lie! Lie!
I've lied like the very deuce!
Lie! Lie! Lie!
As long as lies were of use;
But now lies no longer pay,
I know not where to turn,
For when I the truth would say,
My tongue with lies will burn!

Drink--Drink--Drink!
Till my head feels very queer!
Drink--Drink--Drink
Till I get rid of all fear!
Brandy, and Whiskey, and Gin,
Sherry, and Champagne, and Pop,
I tipple I guzzle, I suck'em all in,
Till down dead drunk I drop.


Think--Think--Think!
Till my head is very sore!
Think--Think--Think!
Till I could'nt think anymore;
And its oh! to be splitting of rails,
Back in my Illinois hut,
For now that every thing fails,
I would of my office be "shut!"

Jeff! Jeff! Jeff!
To you as a suppliant I kneel!
Jeff! Jeff! Jeff!
If you could my horrors feel;
You'd submit at discretion,
And kindly give in,
To all my oppression,
My weakness and sin!

BALTIMORE, March, 15, 1862

"Ole Secesh."

Ole Secesh was a pseudonym for Dr. Francis Orray Ticknor, 1822-1874, a Georgia physician, poet and horticulturist, most noted for the sentimental Civil War poem "Little Giffen."

McGregor Broadside
Broadside 1862
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