The weekly Butte record., 1863-10-17
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When fond recollection recalls them to view.
Greely. Giddings and Sumner. each making his jaw
Go, in sonorons African Hulabaloo.
q Twin relics -Polygauy'@ Normal Condition
"Aggressions Of Slavery Of these they did tell
But they never forgot the chief end Of our mission
The beautiful niger We all love so well.
The old pokin' Niger,
The lying hound Eigger,
The dirt covered niger we all love SO well.
How sweet from his home in hut receive him,
As reeking with whisky he rose to our view.
No whitetrash could tempt Us moment to leave him
a man and brother We all Of Us knew.
We hugged him and kissed him, and made him OH
idol
Our duty was all his glories TO tell;
So sable and sooty. he was made to delight all,
The sweet-=cented niger we all love so well,
The old jokin' Niger,
The hiring round niger,
The boss rubbing niger, we all lore 50 well.
A nd now far removed from that loved situation,
Still fancy reverts to the place and the time,
nd amid all the horrors and throes of the nation
We still true steel to our platform sublime.
Flow rivers of blood to an ocean of gore.
Let.widovs and orphans OF agony tell.
Come Chaos and Night! Seize your scep,re of yore.
Wen cling to the niger We all love so well.
The old smokin' niger,
The shining brown Niger,
The SCOT covered niger. " all love so we'll.
The old soakin' Niger.
The iron bound niger
The moss covered niger that cleans out the we'll.
Our New Battle-Cry.
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Rally, white men promptly rally
Rouse your souls to martial ire;
Man the fort and man the gally;
Garry southwark sword and fire.
Keep your chains as bright as others.
While you rivet on your brothers.
Mount the conqueror's CORY car
Ride to battle for the Niger,
Fight the fight out ior the Niger,
Give your hardy limbs and vigor
To the labor of the war.
II.
Close your window battered shutters.
Peg the door fast To the jamb.
Listen where the cannon mutters,
Then march off with Uncle sam.
Give your youthful bone and >inew.
And the martial spirit in you.
Toll and starve in fields afar,
Fighting for the grateful Niger,
For the loyal slave, the Niger;
While the job grows still bigger
With the burden of thewar
III.
Let the share rust in the furrow-
Gore the soil with shot and she'll:
Ply the torch in town and borough,
Where your fancied foemen dwell.
Forge the sickle to a saber,
Rob the farmer of his labor;
Graintields can't your march debar.
Forward for the shackled Niger,
Onward for the grateful niger,
Heed not scotier or intrguer,
lis the watchword of the war.
Quench the fire on abors affairs
Hush the cIack of loom and mill;
Who at rust or ruin falters,
SO the bOnd-save has his will
Let the keel rot in the harbor
Shopman seek your country arbor,
Profits are net up To par.
Hire up champions for the Niger,
Buy the freedom of the niger,
Don the pea green of the Lacquer,
Brace up tight the ihews of war
Heed not warning hands upIted,
For the tears that orphans shed,
Ask not where the cause has drifted
For which heroes might have bled.
Lend hand to rivet faster
Chains on freemen-bring disaster
On the soil whose sons you are.
Scourge the white man for the niger,
Scourge a nation for the Niger
To ruin not to right it eager,
With the poisoned scourge of war.
VI.
Move away the clnging fingers
OF your sister, friend or love;
Chase away the thought that fingers
Of a home of peace and love.
Drown it in the call of battle
In the hurrying cannons rattle
In the hustle. press and jar
OF the battle for the nisger,
Raging for the darling niger.
Let not heat nor winters rigor
Check the progress Of the war.
Pile up for your childrens children
All a conquered peoples hate.
Sink land in debt that til then
Never felt the taxes weight.
In exchange fo- rifed purses.
Garner in the widows curses;
Shattered limb and ghastly scar.
Manned in battle for the niger.
Scared in warning for the niger
While nations guilt grew bigger
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