The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1862-08-30
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Thomas Jefferson jackson. he
Is somewhat u - blood as all may see ;
Tie climbs the mountain and stems the flood
And withal is Il Presbyterian good;
His catcchism he perfectly knows,
Expounds its doctrines with ringing blows
And 'brings them home " to the hearts OF
With u cannon's roar and a long steel pen
That has muskct barrel for holder.
With every Jogging" he grows the holder,
And just like Calvin, Luther and IIuss
Will ring laurel from all the fuss.
He rigidly thinks that he is /" elected
Never by Lincoln to be subjected,
Believes his logic is good to cope
With the leudcst bulls of the biggest Pope.
No matter how much those bulls may roar
And the cradle knobs and the bushes gore ;
And whilst each bull to his fellows calls,
And whilst the dust around them falls,
ale slips up behind the fattest bull
With a stick whose end is not very dull,
And gives him thrust near the caudal part
When the bull is off with nervous start,
Through the brush and over the swamps
Thinking the devil must be to pay;
Then having in splendid order" with.
And finding his ears and tail still on,
With u toss of his horns and little lame,
Turns back, determined to bag the game.
And when he's about on the game to fall
Tom lodges behind the next stonewall.
Thomas Jefferson Jackson. he
Has marvellous gift, as all may see
OF being here and of being there.
Behind you, before you and everywhere,
In one and the setsnme nick of time;
In fact. the fellow is half sublime
BY the manner in which he skins about
And here crecps in and there crceps out
Yes, Thomas Jefferson jackson, he
Is not little like Paddy's flea
You put your finger upon him square,
And pick up the beast, but he is Mt there!
Once he was killed as all men know,
But lie wouldn't be easy there below,
So out of his grave one night he crawled,
And aloud to his - slaughtered regiments
.t bawled,
I" Come on, BOYS. give them another dose.
And another pull at Old Abe long nose -
And still in the ears of Pope he is dining
, And chasing and running and yelling and
SHINING, [grining
Sending up rockets and burning bridges,
And skulking in woods and behind the
ridges;
CURLING and squirting his stnlwart steed
And blowing out ends of the glorious weed ;
Making the Keystone men look blue
And thinking whether Canada wouldn't do,
In case they are soon to hear the call
:. Surrender - from this same old Stone.
wall
And making Banks .: cuss " and Mcdowell
- dem ..... ....
TO see the Virginian outwit them.
And the chickens cacklc, the pigs, they
squeal, ...
The girls turn pale and he.young men reel ;
Old men look blank and the gandsrs squal
And women down in palsy fall
To hear the syllabes, = Old Stonewall."
Well, this is-what? But let that pass,
This Stonewall jackson is not an ASS
Republicans, Dimmis, red, black and blue.
There's something a. coming! there 5 some
thing to do
For one and for all, for me and for you!
There no time to listen to windy speeches,
No time to patch Constitutional brooches
There a thunderbolt coming whose blast
asa will plough
The old man 5 heart and the sucklings brow,
1t is blood and cannon aud bayonets now!
They mcaa ORR RrIX with sword and fire
They wuuiI make our land one vast, red
And he that says "no." is a bastard liar!
Ii you would not be Aoggcd into bloody
graves
by the men that cash and burn their slaves,
II you would not have Suutl,cra knife
Drawn DER your own, or the throat Of your
sgEH wife, E- R-".. ..-s.r.
Walk boldly up like n man out righ',
Rush Into the ranks and rush to fight
There are some tough truths and this is
one,
The Stoncwall Jacksons are not in Jnn;
They nrc not the men to parade and blow
While the earthquake bclches around them
.' ed" so; FsE
To their bloody purpose their souls are true ;
II VOL don't Kill them, sirs. they will YOU !!