The Cairo daily bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1870-1872, 1872-11-03

Go way from me
Good gracious how he bothers US
That horrid Horace O.!
Al. Grantee. Grantee vote We double
STUFF the box, give Horace trouble.
Huise. As round the cauldron we do 90,
Tripping the light fantastic toe,
Sing. Oh, Jacob Bradley, sing,
Make the wigwam loudly ring
Bradt,y. (singing.l
I've often heard 1t said oh late
Dat Souf Calina was de state
Whar handsome niggers bound to shine
Like Old Jake Brad oh Cairo.line.
For Massa Dan he tole me 80,
I'm the best looking Niger in Carlo.
look In the glass and find 1t so.
just a. Dan Mum tolc me, o..
Igo right hard for Massa Grant,
An vote for Horrors q. Ishant
| take no Liberal stun In mine,
We go II straight OBJ the Cairo-lne
For Massa Dan. etc.
Dis chile he made bully cow,
Out oh a late election. How
Look In this eye, with that Of thine ;
The green you see 8 oh the Cairo.line.
For Massa Dan, etc.
I'm Uncle Jake of Cairo line
ltake little Mum in mine;
| Ivote the way that pays me best,
And Dan pays well rs do the rest.
Cause am Jake Of Cairo.linc
I'm the best looking Niger in Cali leo,
look In de glass and found it So
Handsome Jake OF Cairo.lnc.
Enter Pope. Sensation. The dance stops.
Slow and mournful music.l
Pope. o, well done! / commend your
pains;
And every one shall share the gains.
And now about the cauldrOn sing.
We masters OF the Cairo ring.
soNG.-Black men and white,
Red men and grey;
Mingle. mingle, mingle:
You that mingle may,
Pope. by the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes -
Open, locks, whoever knocks.
Enter BULLETIN.
Bulletin. How now, you secret, black and
midnight scamps,
What is't you do.
Az A deed without a name.
Bulletin. conjure you, by that which you
profess,
(IlOwe'eryOu came to do it, answer me:
Though you invoke the passions. and they
fight
Against the people; though black ignorance
Confound and swallow the Republic up;
Though tyranny Cypress us and dishonesty
Nv rob:
Though great states topple on the peoples
head,
Answer me!
Bird. Speak.
Gladnty. Demand.
Brddiey. Wen answer.
Bird. Say, If thou wouldst rather hear It
from our mouths
Or from our masters;
Bulletin. Call them let me see them!
Hulse. Pour in sow's blood, that hath
eaten
Her nine farrow; grease, that's swcaten
From the murderer's gibbit, throw
Into the flame.
Al. Come high. come low.
Thyself and Office deity show.
Thunder. An army of ofice.h0lders, Car.
pet-bag thieves, ballOt-bOX suffers, Mosby,
Longstreet and other rebels, etc.
Bulletin. These be your masters; catiifs all
Ofyou!
Patriotism lies. The people are Indifferent,
And sleep In spite of thunder.
Pope. Ay, sir, all this is so. But why
Stands the Bulletin amazedly.
Come niggers, that used to sell.
And show him now our greatest
spell.
III charm the air to give sound,
While you perform your antique round,
That Bulletin may kindly say,
Our duties did his welcome pay.
Music. The Black Guards of the crowd
ia zee, and all slowly vanish, jesyinp a
grease spot where Hulsc went down.
Bulletin. Where are they. Gone =: Let
this perniciOus hour
stand aye accursed in the calander.
Injected be the air whereon they ride,
And damned all those that trust them.
--Wall our nrasanca ay;da,t,,, k.,L.