Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1846-07-17

Them that rule US, them slave-traders,
Haint they cut a thunderin' swarth,
UIelped by Yankee renegaders,)
Through the vartu O. the North!
We begin to think it's mater
To take sarse and not be riled 3
Who'd expect to see a later
All on eend at bein' billed
A. for war, I call it murder,
There you have it plain and flat;
] don't want to 90 no furder
Than my Testyment for that;
God has said so plump and fairly,
It's as long as it is broad,
And you've got to git up alrIy
Ef you want to take in God.
faint your cfpylets and feathers
Make the thing a grain more right;
'Taint a ~follerin' your bell wethors
Will excuse ye in Ills sight;
Ef YOU take a sword and dror it,
And should stick a feller through,
Gov'ment amt to answer for it,
God'l send the bill to you.
What's the use o meetin' goin'
Every Sabbath, wet or dry,
IF it's right to 90 a moin'
Fellow-men like oats and rye
| dunno know but what it's pooty
Trainin' round in bobtail coats
But it's Gurus Christian duty
To be outtin' folks threats.
They may talk of freedoms airy
Till they're purple in the face,
It's a grand great cemetary
For the birthrights of our race;
They jist want this Californy
Sos to lug new slave-states in
To abuse We, and TO scorn ye,
And to plumber ye like sin.
Amt it cute TO see a Yankee
Take such everlastin' pains,
All to get the DEVILS thankee
|IIelpin' on 'em weld their chains
Why, it's jest as clear as figgers,
Clear as one and one make two,
Chaps that make black slaves O. niggers,
Want to make white slaves o you.
Tell We Jest the eend I've come to
AFTER cipherin' plaguy smart,
And it makes a handy sum, too,
Any gump could larn by heart;
Laborin' man and laborin' woman
Have one glory and one shame,
Everythin' that's done inhuman,
liners all on ye the same.
'Taint by turnin' out to back folks
You're agoin' to git your right,
Nor by lookin' down on black folks
Cos you're put upon by white;
Slavery ain o nary color,
'Taint the hide that makes it wus,
All it cares for in a Teller,
Is to make him fill its pus.
Want to tackle me in, do ye?
/ expect you'll have to wait;
When cold lead puts daylight through We,
You'll begin to kalkylate;
'Spose the crows wun't fall TO pickin'
All the karkiss from your bones,
Cos you helped to give a lickin'
To them poor half-Spanish drones?
Jest 90 home and ask our Nancy
Whether Ia be such a goose
AS to jine ye-guess you'd fancy
The %etarnal bung was loose
She wants me for home consumption,
Let alone the hays to NOW
Eff you're arter folks o gumption
You've n darned long row to hoe.
Take them editors that's CROWN
Like a cockerel three months old
DON'T ketch any on 'em goin'
Though they be so blasted bold,
.4int they a prime set o ~fellers?
Fore they think ont they will sprout,
(Liko a peach that's got the yellers)
With the meanness Dustin out.
Wal, 60, 'longto help 'em s%tealin'
Bigger pens to cram with slaves,
Help the men that's oilers dealin'
Insults on your fathers graves;
Help the strong to grind the feeble,
Help the many agin the few,
Help the men that call your people
N~hiiewashed slaves and peddlin' crew
Massachusetts, God forgive her,
She's a kneelIn' with the rest,
She, that ought to ha' clung forever
In her grand old eagle-nest;
She that oughter stand so fearless
While the wracks are round her hurled,
Holding mp a beacon peerless,
10 the oppressed Of all the world!