Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1849-01-24

We must oilers blow the bellers
When they want their irons het;
May be lis all right es preachin',
But my narves it kind o crates.
Wen ! see the overreachin'
o. them ngger-drivin' States.
"Them thet rule us, the III slave-tTaders.
Haint they cut n thunderin' swarth,
(HeIped by Yankee renegndars.}
Thru the vartu o the North:
We begin to think it's mater
To take sarsc an not be rilcd -
Who'd expect to see u later
All on eend at bein' billed?
"Ez fer war, l call il MURDER
There you hev il plain an fiat:
don't want to 60 no furder
Than my 1estyment fer that;
God hez sed so plump an fairly.
It's ez long ez it is broad.
An you've gut to git up airIy
Ef YOU want to take in God.
"'Taint your eppyletts an feathers
Make the thing grain more right;
'Taint afollerin' your bell wethers
Will excuse ye in His sight;
Ef you take a sword an dror il,
An 20 stick teller thru,
Guv'ment amt to answer for it,
God III send the bill to you.
"Wuts the use o. meetin- goin'
Every Sabbath, wet or dry,
Eff it's right to 60 amowin'
Teller men like oats an rye?
dunno but wut it's pooty
Trainin' round in bobtail coats,-
But it's Gurus Christian dooty
This ere cuttin' folks threats.
s.They may talk O. Freedoms airy
Tell they're purple in the face
It's grand greet cemetary
Fer the brthrights Of our race;
They Jest want this Californy
So = to lug new slave-stntes in
To abuse ye, an to scorn ye,
An to plumber ye like sin.
"Aint il cute to sec a yankee
Take seech everlastin' pains
All to git the Davil's thankee,
HeIpin' on ZEN weld their chains?
Wy, it's Jest ez clear ez fggers,
Clear ez one an make two,
Chaps tibet make black slaves o. niggers
Want to make white slaves o. you.
"Teil ye jest the eend I've como to
AFTER cipherin' pIsguey smart,
An it makes handy sum, tn,
Any gump may learn by heart;
Laborin' man an laborin' woman
Hev one glory an ono shame,
Ev'y thin thet's done inhuman
liners all on 'cm the same.
"'Taint by turnin' out TO hack folks
You're agoin' to git your right,
Nor by Iookin' down on black folks
Coz you're put upon by wife;
Slavery amt o. nary color,
'Taint the hide that makes il wus
All il keers fer in a Teller
$ Jest to make him fill its pus.
"W ant to tackle me in, du ye?
Iexpect you'll hev to wait;
Wen cold lead puts daylight thru ye
You'll begin to kal'late;
'Spose the crows wun't fall to pickin'
All the carkiss from your bones,
Coz you helped TO give a lickin'
To them poor half-Spanish drones!
"Jest go homo an ask our Nancy
Weiher I'd be sech goose
Ez to jine ye,-guess you'd fancy
The etarnal bung wuz loose.
She wants me fer home consumption,
Let alone the hays to now
Ef you're arter folks o. gumption,
You've a darned long row to hoe.
"Take them editors thet's CROWN
Like cockerel three months old -
Don't ketch any on 'em goin',
Though they be so blasted bold;
Ainf they a prime set Of fellers?
Fore they think ont they will sprout
Like a peach thet's got the yellers,)
oval. go long to help 'em stealin'
Bigger pens to cram with slaves,
Help the men thet's oilers dealin'
Insults on your fathers graves;
Help the strong to grind the feeble,
Help the many agin the few.
Help the men tibet call your people
Whitewashed slaves an pedlin crew.
"Massachusetts, G. oi forgive her,
- II. - ~
She. tibet ough' to ha' chung fer ever
In her grand old eagle-nest;
She that ough' to stand 50 fearless
While the wracks are round her hurled,
Uoldin' up beacon peerless
To the oppressed of all the world.
"Haint they sold your colored seamen,
Haint they made your env'ys Whit
WIT III make We act like freemen!
Wat III git your dander riz'
Come, Ill tell We wut I'm thinkin'
Is our dooty i'll this SIX,
They'd ha' donc't quick ez winkin'
In the days O seventy-s.x.
"Clang the bells in every steeple.
Call all true men to disown
The tradoocers Of our people,
The enslavers o. their own;
Let our dear old Bay State proudly
fut the trumpet to her mouth,
Let her ring this messige loudly
In the ears Of all the South
"I'il return We good fer evil
Much ez we frail nortils can,
But wun't 60 help the Devil
Maxim man the Gus o. man;
c all me coward, call me trailer,
Jest ez suits your mean idees,-
Here l stand a tyrant-hater,
An the friend o. God an Peace.
"Ef I'd my way I he'd ruther
We should 60 10 work an Part,-
They take ono way, We take t'other,-
Guess il wouldn't break my heart;
Man he'd ough' to put asunder
Them tibet God has noways jined;
An l shouldn't greatly wonder
RI there's thousands o my mind
January 10th P. NJ.
The President has issued a proclama.
!. converting an extra session of the
ate on the 9Th Of March.
The numerous friends and acquain.an.
Of Edwin Forrest, will regret to hear
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