Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1850-02-08
POETICAL.
For tho Enquire

Editor The following grew out of ludicrous dis
tween Southern and Northern man.
SOUTH AND NORTH.
TuNr-Ldttle Fanny Gray.
SOUTH.
Well, well, 30 sir, the die is cast,
know what shall do;
This Union, il can never last
Between myself and you.
You promised when gave my hand,
NY slaves my own should be-;
And now to that you will not stand,
But swear they shall be free.
NORTH.
did not, wretch it is not 30,
Your slaves / would not free;
only saw they shall not 60
To CALIFORNIA;.
The District too shall be no more
Distained by such foul blot;
By Giddings, swore that before,
And now swear by Colt.
SOUTH.
Don't call me names, cannot stand
This longer, Mister North;
You'd rob me Of my golden land
Then vent on me your wrath;
tell you, Sir that you shall sec
land you may do your worst
You'll never make slave of me,
I'd sooner be divorced.
Hush, hush your tongue, you cruel Jade
Think how you treat your blacks;
They collars bear of iron made
And brands upon their backs
Savage wonder why the earth
Don't open-that is poz,
And swallow you and all you're worth
Look what said by Boz
SOUTH.
Don't tell me Of that fellow Boz,
You know he told such fbs,
A wonder twas, indeed it was
Nobody broke his ribs.
hurl defiance at you all,
At every mothers son;
Tn abuse you heap on me must foil
On glorious Washington.
NORTH.
Why, what the Devil would you do
Divorced, as you have said2
Your darkics wouldn't work for you
Unless Of me afraid
I'd every Southern port blockade,
So nothing could get out
In rags you then would be array'd,
And you might sit and pout.
SOUTH.
Remember, Sir, before we met
A rich man wanted me,
And now would give his eyes to get
Nv wealth If were free.
He has his thousand ships of war,
And he would cross the sea
Were to beckon him afar,
How soon you'd turn and fee
NORTH.
would not feel flogg'd him once,
Both on the sea and land;
He would mt, Ma'am, be such Ounce
As try again his hand.
He's tired Of his Canada,
II costs him far 100 much
'Twere better that he runaway,
And then the prize I'll clutch.
SOUTH.
You fogg'd him once what impudence!
To fight, who helped you then?
Where would have been your high pretence
But for old Jacksons men2
lst in rags! sit in rags
What bold effrontery
When could send my million bags
OF cotton cross the sea.
NORTH.
What would you do for every thing
A Yankee makes you now2
For all that he TO you doth bring,
From goose yoke up to plough?
You may be chivalrous and brave,
Aye, very brave indeed,
But far too lazy, Ma'am, to save
Your very garden seed.
Don't talk of garden seed pray,
For yours will never sprout;
You send me what you'd fling away,
Not worth single groat.
You send me painted hams and jowls
And wooden nutmegs too
Pve seen single tween the soles
Of q poor negroes shoe.
NORTH.
Well, WE'LL dear South put down your lip,
prythee, lets be friends
You have me, dearest, on tho hip;
I'll try and make amends.
Your slaves, if they should run away,
I'll give them up to you;
Go, 60 to California;
You and your niggers too.
SOUTH
Come, come my North thero's sense in that,
Your hand come give me too;
Who was it kicked when he "wayed fat"
just SO, my friend, did you.
The babes unborn will bless this day,
The day we sung this song
Esto, let's say, perpetual
Our country right or wrong