Washington sentinel. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1853-1855, 1855-01-23

THE BULLS.
See the Jolly English BULL
Johnny Bull
See him quaffing from his tankard, common belly
But in drinking bout,
Johnny Bull has just began, when an ordinary
Would drain a pewter can
To the dregs.
And he stands upon his legs, and as firmly on his
pegs, though as full as guinea eggs,
Till it's out
Swearing all the time time, time, that il cannot be
crime, but is even quite sublime,
To be drunk
And he boasts and he toasts the military hosts,
who on the Euxine coasts
Show their spunk
With soul of ancient Romans, and a heart as soft
as woman's, he brags about his Commons
And his peers
God bless old Johnny Bull, his tankard e'er be full,
and his spirits never dull
For many years,
While his wit and mirth he pours, and with merry
humour roars,
And he roars, roars roars roars roars roars roars
As sturdily as bulls, bulls bulls, bulls, bulls,
AS loudly and as proudly as bull
Read the dismal Popish bulls,
Roman Bull,
What world of solemn fear indulgences can lull,
How the legate, like pigeon, carries missives OF
Through the world,
Which are hurled, hurled, hurled,
From the sacrIlegious mouth of The pon:if in the
south
The apocalyptic harlot, in her robe Of gold and
scarlet, like an mpudeni old varlet,
Ruling man,
While with faces pale and wan, apprehensive Of
ban from the sacred vatican,
With terror full,
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apest,
Like an nsolent old cretur, the great Apostle Peter
In the issue of u bull, bull, bull, bull, bull,
In the writing and inditing Of bull.
Hear the funny Irish bull,
Curious Bull.
How ridiculous it seems TO the heart with HUI
As atlenlively you list, how preposrrously they
twist
Every word,
And you even doubt your ear and suspiciousy
you fear, that you didn't rightfully hear!
So absurd,
Bat TO know old Erin right, you should go with
me at night 10 rough and tumble fight,
In the centre Of Tipperary fair
Hear The loud and angry oath, and the drunken
laughter both,
Ringing there.
As they swear, swear, swear, and they curse, and
something worse,
When Pat, with ruddy hair rushes in
With shillelah aourished high, with expost ulating
cry, and the devil in his eye,
He receives a broken head and is carried out 10
bed,
Mid the din
And by the Holy Virgin, how he curses at the
surgeon,
The Esculapan master, who would cure his sad
Disaster with the aid Of sticking plaster,
But he pulls,
And he kicks and fights and spluliers though
aword he scarcely uiters,
bulls, bulls,
And he mu,iers, and he sputters out his bulls
See the mad and baiied bull
Spanish Bull,
How he bellows forth his rage, how he rushes to
engage, in the battle he must wage
To his full
OF despair
His antagonist with cause, breads the stamping
Of his paws, while he hears the loud APP
plause,
On The bosom OF the palpiiaiing air,
And the people ah! the people, who forsake the
chase called steePle,
To inhict a cruel deep i'll on a b ull-
The merry dons and ladies, from the famous town.
of Cadiz,
They scarcely man or woman,
They are scarcely beast or human,
They are fools
To be looking at the bulls their eye with fury
rolls, rolls, rolls
Aud they stamp and they tramp,
And they rush upon the scamp,
With the roaring and the goring Of the bulls, bulls,
bulls, bulls, bulls,
With the gorng and the roaring Of the bulls.
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