Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1863-04-01

About that little job
Which you and Bill, and Horace g.,
Agreed so nice to do,
In less than sixty days from date
Some twenty months ago!
We gave you heaps Of soldiers, Abe,
To help you smito the foe;
A string of warriors that would reach
From here to Mexico.
We packed them of with spades to dig,
And uusiy guns to shoot
Wtth .haYersacks to grace their backs,
And tifcs and drums to toot.
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You saw those mighty logions, Abe,
And heard their manly tread
You counted hosts of iiring men,
PRAY can you count the dead
Look Ger the broad Potomac, Abe,
virginia's hills along,
Their wakeful ghosts are beck'nirg you
Two hundred. d.thousand strong i!
We gave you several shill l'ngs, Abe,
To pay your little dues;
Enough to buy dozen shirts,
And sundry pairs Of shoes
aye gave you cattle, horses, mules,
Aud wagons-fnll score
And several cannon with voice
Loud as bull could roar ...
VI.
Now. what I'm sitter, Uncle Abe,
Is simply to find out
What YOU have done with all this ere,
And what you've been about!
If, unto Caesar you have given,
.lll that is his concern,
Then Mrs. Caesar wants to know
What you have done with hera
/ know you're young aud handsome, Ate
And funny as our Pol,
a peer-exaltcd, great and high,
A ruler seven foot tall
You're big enough, if only smart,
To manage oil the gang;
Aud though little green, you'll rise
when you have got the hang !
VIZ.
You told us that the Locos, Abe,
Were rascals to the core,
Because they made so free q use
OF Uncle Sanluol's store.
Full si.rty millions in year =
Now wasn't it sin
For Democrats to squnndor thus
The darling peoples tin
TX.
And are you not deserving, Abe,
Both gratitude and grub,
For having stopped this wicked leak
In Uncle SamuePs tub
The sage who did this wondrous deed,
Is with sliuts to sup
II only costs Ttco Billions more
To plug the vessel ap
You said the South had ruled us, Abe,
Some fifty years in peace,
And that the time had fully come
When their vile reign sho I'D cease;
That you we're to take the helm
The sinking shipto save,
And put her on another tack
And really tbiHk you hare
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You're out Of luck entilely, Abe,
The engines of the track;
The bilers burst, and there you are,
A sprawling on your back
The cXciscmGn is at the door,
Contractors cry for pelf;
You're blind and stupid, deaf and lame,
Not voE well yourself.
XII.
. Cour Cabinet is feeble, Abe,
And dull as any Ounce
And if yoO have an ounce of brains,
You'll ship them of at once
Send Stanton to the Feeiee Isles,
Give Welles and Chase the sack,
Swap IIalleck for Hottentot,
And send for LITTLE Mac.
XIII.
hnow you'll tell us, Uncle Abe.
This j. a mighty war
And that the job is rather more
Than what you bargained for
That you have done the bestyou could
To make the rebels rue Il,
And if you knew what next to do,
You'd 20 right of and do it!
XIV.
Now that's the very thing, Abe,
That makes this din and clatter:
You don't appear to "see it," Abe,
And that Is iohafs the matter
The nigger's on the wood pile, Abe.
And shy as any trout;
So you think the PRocLAWArroS, Abe,
Will smoke the weasel out
Ny.
You want to free the darkies, Abe,
At least, 50 construo it;
The difficulty seems to bs
To find out how 10 do IL.
The way, dear Abe is mighty dark,
And botbersome to see
l fear you'll have to give il up,
And lot the darkey be-
XVI.
| tell you what il is, Abe,
The folks begin to think
This solored sop is rather stale
For victuals or for drink,
Our mothers love their absent sons,
Our wives their husbands true,
But no one cares mouldy hg
For Cutiy or for you.
a. IL is asserted that one Of the editor
he n. Y. Evening Post is msking $50
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