Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1863-01-14
W10ttester Dailp Spp.

From the Boston Post, July, 1862.
PIcayune Butler, the Hero of New D.
leans.
Ben. Butler is Magistrate
OF Massachusetts,. bless her.
Who never bows the knee to kings
TO bishop or coniessor.
He lives in Lowell where the girls
Blush over spinning jennies,
And fortunes make for millionaires,
While they are earning pesnies,
The people know him far and near,
As one who never falters;
And rogucs. if he defends their cause,
Are very safe from haltels.
Now Ben, with all his faults. and o,
They Ire like the stars or number,
Is loyal to the cOfe, and sweais
Nc hand the land shall sunder.
So when they battered Sumpter down,
lie left the court and jury,
And yow'd those Southern rascals should
Feel Northern steel and fury.
With gallant hearts that never quail,
Our grand old flag he bore,
And settled matters mighty quick
In rebel Baltimore.
All loyal folk their hats threw up,
And cried, Long life TO Ben,
And honor, and long life TO our
Brave Massachusetts men,
And while we wondered what might next
Before the nation pass,
lie quietly slips down and takes
The forts at ilatteTas.
This done, he rested not whit,
But grit his armol on,
And gathered strength for holder feats,
10 stake his fame upon.
lie called upon New England men,
Frem every hill and valley,
To leave their workshops and their pows,
And to his standard rally.
Andwel we know how earnestly
Those brave men, strong md true,
Came forth at duty's trumpet call,
And pledged their lives anew.
And now as gathering hosts appear,
And onward is the cry,
And thundcrings are heard all round
The circuit OF the sky.
A mighty peal comes up, from where
The Mississippi's wave
Bears on its turbid breast once more
The banner of the brave.
And to that Power, whose peerless sway
Is felt in hall and hut,
The Empire city OF the south
Submits to Farragut
And as the joyful tidings DER
The land and ocean swell,
Our valiant Ben takes lodgings at
The fine St Charles Hotel.
Not as a stranger cometh he,
For rbaldry and song
Have made his name mOckery
Throughout Secessia long.
o, had they better known the man,
TheY less had said and sung,
And so they unused, when TO the breeze
The stars and stripes he flung.
He lifts his hand and order bids
From chaos TO appear,
Firm i'll the majesty of strength,
lie rules without fear.
He gives the Mayor gentle hints
To mind his P's and Q's,
And Aldermen, and Councilmen,
Dare not his wish refuse.
He tells the handsome southern bellies,
Ii they toss round their curls,
And turn their pretty noses up,
OF certain other girls,
Whose bed and board they too will share.
For our New Enganorpride
Can't quietly their bullets take,
And lmpudence beside.
Now how about our valiant Ben,
Ho! Picayunc, how now?
And amt it rother tough before
THIS customer to bow
Then you should not have disloyal been.
And that provoking eye rthrougl
Would not have scanned you through and
While you were passing by.
And if you will but now behave,
As loyal folks should do,
You'll find this ugly Ben will be
A friend indeed TO you.
And peace and plenty, once again,
viii all our borders bless,
And you will prize the Union more,
Nor love the Yankees less.
So here's bumper for the man,
Who in one short year rose,
From where they work the cotton up,
To where the cotton grows.
May his broad shoulders never cast
A smaller shadow down,
And laurels of Il nation grid
His temples with renown. II. S. W,