Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1868-05-25
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RiJlies for tie R0nSOHped.
Yankee thought and Yankee guns
Shall guard old Aethiopeas sons,
Till in due time hcrhosts shall be
All educated, happy, free,
And no more fearing Slavery's rod
Outstretch her swarthy arms to God.
".Jcs So" says Brother Jonathan,
Gwen du it, what ont isn't done.
Come Sambo, Dinah come along!
Wen right this old infarnal wrong;
Inks
Hot work unduin' all their kinks :
Guess Slavcry's chain has gone tn
smash
And suthin happened tn her lash"
Wall now, the fust thing, now
you re free,
Is, larn to cypher,-t that's the i-dee,
And lay up suthin, gin day
When blacklist wool has strealis o. grey.
Don't be tn fast Jest look around,
Afore you buy your cotton ground,
And when you du, might make believe
Don't want to buy,-youre goin' to
leave
Tu big price, must throw off half
An when they du, don't up an laff,-
Look solum,- say it's pretty tuf
tn pay so much for worn out stuff;
Get title sure, then show your fren's
Your plows and plough shares, means
and EMS
Amt cat o. nine tails, am the backs
OF white folks colour, mixed with
blacks,
AM 80 fore long, that worn out sile
VIII turn up, rich an fat as lie.
You'll have tn vote fore long, pcr'aps;
Then mind, look out, them rebel chaps,
Bout lection time, will git you tite,
An you'll believe that black is white.
Wen send you down some Temperance
EXplainin' Andy Johnson's acts :
And Yankee schoolma'ms, that ill be
A better Moses cross the sea.
Must have Deestrick School House
now,
Sence A b C's won't raise a row =
Your little picaninies need,
An so du you, to larn tn read,
An "Sarch the Scripters," that you've
heard
Dispensedwith in the preached word,
'Cept where they tell bout cussin Ham
An Miss Delilah's wheedlin' Sam
Son, till she sheared off all his hair,
AM left him in Philistines' care,-
The English Neutrals that then ware.
You'll want to larn The Rule of Three
Bout Faith, & Hope, & Charity :
The Faith that's oilers up an duin',
An Hope that sticks, you know, like
gluein',
An Charity that's 'mazin' slow
TO take Revenge an Wrath in tow,
But don't see how she can eXemp'
Old Massa Jeff, from pullin' hemp.
AS tn yer school house, an its site,-
The cheapest ones is oilers right.
Got emmy frog ponds, way down there
Or rocky spots, a-mOstwise bare,
An good for nothin else then raise
Your school house there, O rainy days
BE savin'! 'tan't the house you want,
It's L'dnin', same as in Varmont.
Where hoe=cake suits, an black suits
grow,
No need much wheat nor cloth tn sow
TO keep the folks, the year about,
From mortal wants inside an out.
We have tn coax the hills an rocks
Tu take an nuss our groin flocks,
An scratch the airth's old back bean
deep,
Afore she'll give us grain tn reap.
@! chuncks of midnight, 'proachin
day,
You've got chance to make it pay
Tu pitch intu it, head an heels,-
Work day an night, an bolt your meals
Jes' fill ole Matters buzum full
OF cotton-seed, an cottonwood
An Yankee Whitneyis cotton gin
Not tother kind-will fetch the tin.
Why, Teller critters. see, you're sot
In all creations garden spot.
The West amt it You've got the fat,
Off on her mountain ribs, spread fiat.
It's bin fio'in', way down South,
Out of them monstrous rivers mouth,
Sence when old mastodons were 'fraid,
TO stick foot init for tn wade.
We s'pose you might drive down
Spite,
One top of t'other, half mile,