St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1861-07-18

Who slaughtered that terrible giant.
1t was not as bold as that song of old,
But think it was much more defiant.
''Twas fe, 70, fun!
I smell the blood of Freedom;
| Dead or alive will have some.
And if this mild song you won't regard.
l will sing you the hymn called "Beauregard." :"
''The Gulf of Perdition with you III be filing;
III kill your old Mother and burn down her
dwelling;
III steal her old handkerchief waving up there'
Star -sprinkled and stripes with beauty sorare ;
And I'll teach You to dance, too, whenever I
! sing
| To the sweet, charming music that s'Cotton is
King"
Then thousands on thousands awoke at the
strain.
With heart Of pity, heard them exclaim,
''Oh Cotton! King Cotton, don't say that
again!
Well get down in the dust, and kiss your big
toe,
As the sanctifed children Of Pope Plus do.
Wen lick oil the dust from the soles cf your
feet,
And swallow it down, sir, and call it most
sweet.
Well give you our manhood, and give you
our pride;
And give you, quite likely, some money be-
! side"
Then Cotton arose up in all Of his glory,
Much greater by far than the monarchs of
story.
August and terrific his bearing and air
He looked like lion just reused from his lair,
(Which made the spectators cry out, declare. J
And thus he stood up like mighty big man,
Got up for King on magnifed plan.
The hair of his head-it was all of it cotton
His vest pockets too, they were all stuffed with
He carried it with him, as we carry change
For bank notes, Ind specie, and other cx.
change,
He had few bales in the tail of his coat
1 thought saw one in his eye like mote.
But people are given so much to surprises,
'Twont do to give way great deal to surmises
So great was his dignity, majesty, power,
He couldn't speak to them for nearly an hour
But strutted, and staggered, and puffed up
and bloated
To those huge dimensions for which he ii
And when his lips puckered to speaking con
dition,
He sent them all down to the Gates of Perdi
"Great cowards," the Monarch indignant,
cried,
'sHad you yielded before this you need no
have died;
But now, you will find it too late in the day
To get down before me, sirs, to whimper an>
pray.
I'll burn down your cities, and bloodstai,
your land
: And with few strokes of this terrible hand
Will wipe out the name of your miserable ma
ton
From off the face of this neither creation"
They found themselves then in terrible fix.
, Their hair arose up like a bundle Of sticks
Their eyes, as if scouting went out Of thei
head
To look at the doom they had so much to dread
But the vision they saw on futuritie's page
Turned their minds in an instant from terro
to rage.
They saw the fair land which had given the1
, birth,
The loveliest far of the regions of earth,
| Sown thick with the cinders of once peacefl
> homes
While fumes are enshrouding her Capitol
. The longer they viewed it tho fercer they grew
: Till on to King Cotton like tigers they few.
3 The Monarch then suddenly found that hi
: We're nimble and quick as a couple of eels.
He hauled iD his horns and dried up on hi
r brag,
t And started away like "two forty'' nag.
The last that saw he went faster and faster
!. The cotton flew off like worthless shinplaste
As he ran with deetness which challenge
), the rocket,
I saw the big bales tumble out Of his pocket;
His cotton wig fell like q rag from his head,
And left dark coating like wool in its stead
!. Thus Cotton, King Cotton who cut such q, 6gar
l Turns out after all to be only Niger.