Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1856-03-22
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tFrom the Warren IN. J.) Journnll
Jonathan's Reply, in Verse, to John Bulls
Boosting in the London Times.

| JOnatlan 3 heplyi III verse, W JUN Dsh
Boasting in the London Times
l wonder, John, if you forget. some sixty
years ago,
When we were very young, John, your head
was white as snow,
You didn't count as much, J John, and thought
to make US run,
But found out your mistake, John, one day
at Lexington.
And when we asked You iu. John, to take q
cup Of tea,
Made u Boston harbor John. the tea pot OF
the free.
You didn't like the party, John, il wasn't
quite select;
There were some aborigines you didn't quite
expect.
! You didn't like their manners, John, yon
couldn't stand their tea,
You thought it got into their heads and made
them quite too free,
But you got very tpsy John, (you drink a
little still)
The day you marched across the Neck, and
ran down Bunker Hill.
You acted just like mad, John, and tumbled
Ger and DER,
BY your stalwart Yankee son, who handled
half a score;
But nov hope you are sober, John; you're
far too fat to run,
You havn't got the legs. John, you had at
Bennington.
Y GU had some corns upon your toes. Corn
wallis that was one,
And at the fight at Yorktown, why then you
couldn't run,
You tried qnite hard, will admit. and threw
away your gun,
And gave your sword, fye, John, for shame,
to one George Washington.
l do not think you'll eer forget the time you
went to York,
And ate so like beast, John, you raised the
price of pork,
Then We had some to spare, John, our hooks
with pork we baited,
And hung them out on Jersey shore, and you
evacuated.
Another mSchloved spo. John, such sweet
associations,
When yon we're going down TO York to see
your rich relations.
The Dutchmen Of the Mohawk, John, anx-
ious TO entertain,
Put up some Gates" tha, stopped you ohm,
ou Sarstogas plain.
That hill you must remember, John. It's high
ant very green.
We mean to have it autographed, and send
il to your queen
I know you love that hill John. you dream
OF it o nights.
The name it bore in &c, was simply Bsmls
Heights.
Y our old friend, Ethan Allen, John, Of Con-
tnental fame,
Who called you to surrender, in Great Jeho-
vah's' name.
You recognized the Congress" then, au-
thority most high,
Tho morn he called so early, john, and took
from you Fort ii!
know you'll grieve TO hear it, J ohm, and feel
qute sore and sad,
To learn that Ethans dead, John, aud yet
there's many lad
Growing in his highland home that's fond Of
guns and noise,
| And gets up just as early, John. ps those
brave Green Mountain boys.
Oh no, We never mention it," we neve,
thought it luaky
| The day you charged the cotton bags, and go,
into Kentucky.
thought you knew geography, but misses
in their teens
Will tell you that Kentucky lay just then
below Orleans.
The beauty" il was there, John, beyond the
cotton bags,
And did you get the "booty," John. some
how my memory 6ays;
| | think yOu made a ..sWnn .InbD I'va !,
in my head,
Instead of gold and silver, you took it il
cold lead.
The mistress Of the ocean, John, sh. couldn,
rule the lakes.
You had some ganders in your feet, but
John, you had 70 "Drakes;'
Your choicest spirits too, were there 70,
took hook and sherry.
But, John, you couldn't stand our fars-y0,
couldn't take our Perry.
We make them all just 60, John. Oh land O.
We took this little continent on purpose \
Our Eagles free, he loves to soar. he canuo
bear cage,
But, John, be loves, TO scratch the bars, ant
make lion rage.
Our glorious stars are sparkling bright, in
creasing year by year,
Supported by thousand hearts that neye
knew fear
Our children lisp it in their prayers. it's car
ried DER the sea;
Dost hear it, John it thunders there, "We'r
children OF the free"
Free as our sires Of '76, as bold, and brav
and true,
TO worship God, and keep the land, dea
John, We took from you;
To keep our flag free on the land, unsullie
on the wave,
Until the last bright star shall set on the las
freeman's grave.