The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1846-06-09

CANADIAN Lyrics ON THE MEXICAN WAR.-The
most amusing reading in these days of war and
victory, is to be found in the columns of the Ca
madam newspaper press. John Bull, old fellow,
listen! Our pious friend, philosopher and fellow
sufferer, Horace Greeley. in his horrors at the
victories OF General Taylor, is in no greater state
OF rbuaton and woe, than the whole Canadian
press are about these days John Bull, do YOU
hear 2 The first accounts of the brutal murders
committed by the Mexicans, on the stray groups
of Americans, such that of Colonel Cross.
Captain Thornton and others, seemed to set the
Canadian editors beside themselves. John Bull.
good old fellow, attend. 1t is not to be exceeded
by their tones of exultaton, at the supposed un-
fortunate position of General Taylor, in the face
of an army four times the amount of his, in
numbers John Bull, hitch up your breeches.
As specimens, give the following songs,
which the Canadians are singing and shouting,
over the anticipated defeat John Bull, sing
chorus. The Cornwall Observer, &c. W. has the
following beautiful lyric, from one of the Cana
dian poets:
OH, Poor General Taylor "a
The army encamped on the Rio Granie,
o, never vos seen such gallant band
The Yankee troops they were blithe and gay,
Thinking they had it all their own way,
My eye, see how in the snare they fall;
And Arista spoke, and he seemed to say,
General Taylor get out Of the way"
o, poor General Taylor-O, poor General Tayl or.
To forage our bold dragons vos sent,
When two vos missing,ln search we went
Inside OF the chaperral dark, and out
We sought them all day, we sought them all night,
We trembled much, for we feared fight
Ven trooper cried" knows shall
Get jolly well thrashed in this chsperral"
0, poor General Taylor, &C.
SO off scampercd. and fast we ran;
We sought no more, for fight began;
They cut of our road to Point Isabel
They licked our troops and thrashed us well
And days rolled on-we were all of us told
And 10 the steamer from Galveston came
With the only sirteen chaps that were game
o. poor General Taylor.
The next is very sublime specimen from ano-
Their "poet," who is doubtless member of the
/" Boz family, making the British Wing the de-
pository ofhis beautiful flourish
Yankee War Song.
Mm
Ho warriors Of old Kentuck!
Wirginan niggas, no!
Your country calls on you to scare
Enfeebled Mexico!
Up lick her, as you've often licked
The Britishers of old
And seize upon her country-and
Her splendid mines Of gold
Trot of to Gineral Taylor,
Come darkies! sound your 6ddles
Stump Orators begin and spout,
And lectrify the folks!
Wake Kaptens Kernals-come and play
This game Of Squire Foxes!
The Gineral is in o fix
Then, countrymen, holloa
Wake up! arm! bestr yourselves
And chasten Mexico
Rouse up rouse up, and take her.
She sleeps arise and wake her,
Kick, collar her, and shake her!
Now, Niggas, pay-"Oh hush"
Brave 'Mericans determined squads
You'll 'stonish 'em-pcrhaps!
Who'll volunteer for Mexico?
What only sixteen chaps
Well-jump aboard;- old Mexico
Will scarce have time to wink
Before we sink her to the shades
Come, lads and have a drink
Before go and take her!
Then, then we'll of and wake her!
Kick, buffet her, and shake her!
Come. Nirpas-"Yankee Doodle