Mississippi Democrat. (Carrollton, Miss.) 1844-18??, 1846-05-13

10 John Bnll.


when we were very young, John, your
head was white as snow
You didn't count us much, John, and you
thought to make us run
But found out your mistake, John, one day
at LEXINGTON;
And when we ask'd you in, John, to take
cup OF tea,
Made in old Boston harbor, John, the TEA
POT OF THE FREE,
You didn't like the party, John, it wasn't
quite select,
Some aborigines were there, you didn't
much expect;
You didn't like their manner, John, you
couldn't drink their tea;
You thought il got into their heads, and
made them quite too free
But you became quite tipsy, John, you
drink little still,)
The day you marched across the Neck,
and ran down BUNKER Hill,
You acted just like mad, John, and were
tumbled DER and DER,
By your staIwart Yankee son, John, who
handled half a score.
But now hope you're sober, John, you're
quite too TAT to run,
You havn't got the legs now, you had at
BENNINGTON.
You had some corns upon your feet, Corn
wallis, he 'was one,
That made you at the Yorktown fight so
lame you couIdn'trun;
You tried enough, | will admit, and threw
away your gun,
And told man to bold your gun, his name
was WASHINGTON.
Another much-oved spot, John, has sweet
associations,
When you were going down to York to
see your rich relations;
The Dutchmen Of the Moha wk' anxious
you to entertain,
Put up some GATES that stopped you, John,
on SARATOGA plain.
That hill you must remember John, tits high
and very green,
We mean to have it ithograph'd, and send
it to your queen.
| know you love that hill, John, you dream
Of it o. nights,
The name il bore in '76, was simply Bcmis
Heights.
Your old friend ETHAN ALLEN, Of Cont
mental fame,
Who called you to surrender in The Great
Jehovah's' name.
You recognized the Congress, then, au-
thorty most high,
The man he called so early, John, and rid
YOU of FoRT III.
[ know you'll grieve TO hear it, John, and
feel quite sore and sad,
To learn that Ethan's dead and gone, yet
still there's many lad
That's growing in his highland home, as
fond Of guns and noise,
And gets up quite as early, John, those
brave Green mountain boys
Oh, no, we never mention it, we think it
quite unlucky,
The day you charged the cotton bags, and
got into kentucky.
| thought you knew geography, but misses
in their teens,
Will tell that Old Kentucky was that day
below Orleans.
The beauty on that day, John, was some
distance from the bags,
And did you got the booty joint some
how my memory hagsi
| rather think you made swap I've got
it in my head,
That instead of gold and silver, John, Or
Hickory gave you lead
Though mistress OF the ocean, you could
not rule the lakes,
There were some Ganders in your feet, but
John, you had no DRAKEs.
You had enough good spirits there, you
drank both Hook and sherry,
But, John, you couldn't stand our fare, you
couldn't take our PERRY
We make them all So yet, John, on land
and on the sea,
We took this little continent, on purpose
to be free.
Our Eagles free, and loves TO soar, he can
not bear a cage,
His talons scratched the lions back, and set
him in rage.
Our glorious stars are sparkling brighti in
creasing year by year,
Supported by million hearts, that never
knew fear.
Our children lisp it in their prayers, lis
carried DER the sea,
Dost hear it, John 1t thunders there
we're children OF the iree;'
Free as our sires of '76--as bold, as brave,
as true
To guard our rights, and keepthe land, we
took, dear John, from youi
To keep our flag free on the land, unsulIi-
ed on the wave,
Until the last bright star shall set on the
last freeman's grave
thought your memory I'd refresh, you
like old things and times,
So, these events, TO please you, have tum-
bIed into rhymes,
And don't forget your old tried friends, be-
cause you're now the ton,
But, John, Just think OF '76-and give up
OREeoY. $40.