The Continental Monthly, Vol 3 No 3, March 1863, page 229 by Various Authors
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'Do you see that old sow down the road there with those other pigs? you follow her home at once, sir, and leave the lame pig there!'
Saying which, the major continued his ride, and the Irishman duly followed the old sow to--a turn in the road, when he 'obeyed orders,' and left the lame pig 'at home,' where that night at least one mess had roast pig with 'ubi beans ibi patria,' sauce at discretion.
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TO
THE MARINERS OF ENGLAND
ON BOARD THE PRINCESS ROYAL
Ye Mariners of England, That shame your country's fame; That peddle chains to bind the slave, In the blood-royal name! Your glorious standard hide away, Hoist slave flags in its place, And steal o'er the deep, With our Yankee ships in chase: And ye peddlers, shun the starry flag, While the Yankee cruisers chase.
The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the ocean was their field of fame, And ye insult their grave. Where they like bold men fought and fell, Ye take a part that's base, And steal o'er the deep With our Yankee ships in chase: And ye peddlers, shun the starry flag, While the Yankee cruisers chase.
Britannia needeth cotton, And so your honor'll sleep; Your market's o'er the mounting wave, Your greed of gain lies deep. Your sovereign bids you walk upright;-- Her fair fame you disgrace, And steal o'er the deep, With our Yankee ships in chase: And ye peddlers, shun the starry flag, While our Yankee cruisers chase.
The meteor flag of England Should redder burn for shame, When it waves o'er chains for slaves In Princess Royal's name. Mourn, mourn, ye ocean hucksters! Your goods and ships are lost: To the shame of your name Get you home and count the cost: For your Princess Royal's gone for good; Get you home and count the cost.
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