Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1872-06-06

| together let the Northern Yank
| And Southern Johnny shout;
For Brown and Greeley break the night,
And lead the era in
They'f teach us how to laugh and farm
Wen teach them how to win,
And what does Doctor Greeley say ?
He says that this is nonsense, for any
body who thinks he can laugh and farm
at one and the same time doesn't know
carrot from hoe-handle. There is a
song, however, in the New York Sun
which-may we be permitted the usual
expression in such cases (which is a
ripper. 1t is entitled The Last Rebel
Yell )" hot the one in Dixie Il few years
ago, you know, but the latest yell,
indicating a resurrection in some re-
markable manner of the lost caws. 1t
is also felicitously entitled "Whoo-
hoop for Horace - Whoo-hoop, we
suppose, is n species of owl, though
we are puzzled to know what under
heaven that sagacious looking bird can
have to do with our old friend the doe
tor. This is the first verse, and chorus
I'm ralc old Bob with one leg left.
And I'm 'lraid can't raise as loud yell
As when followed Jackson through the Blue
Ridge cleft.
or stormed in the ruins of Fort He'll,
But the old yell comes
Though silent are the drums
Whoe-hoop.
(Gray column i'll the yano
For the first of the ianks
Who, after we broke ranks.
Behaved like an Uncle and Man,
Military remembrances, involving
gray columns, camp fires, passing
view of Stonewall Jackson, etc. The
tune the song is sung to is Tramp,
Tramp" which also calls up touching
facts in connection with the great re.
bellion. In my prison cell | sit
Libby, perhaps, or the more airy ac-
commodations of Georgia. The ssng
is course in some measure, like the old
rebel uniform but It is touching. And
the second verse is no less noticeable,
for it speaks with much affection of the
Uncle and the Nan who did "for II
traitor sign"--a very fine thing to do
undoubtedly:
We saw his white hat, like the color Of truce.
stand up for old Jetf, and for Il traitor sign.
We saw how il brought him but spite and abuse
A$ he poured in our wounds oil and wine
But the good deeds tell
once more the rebel VEIL
WhOe-hoop.
thray column in the Nan'l
For the fr>t Of the iank-
Who. after we broke rank-
B"haN eel like m [ nclc and Man.
The song, OF the rebel yell, or the
whoo-hoop. closes a follows:
" II
To the Democrats in vain appealed:
The rarp,t-hI2g,r Is still II snoozing on our
hearth.
Linz the lizard on the Old battle field.
There is one we trust
Horace Greeley, the just.
Whoc-hOup.
tt,ray column in the van
For the first Of the Ianks
" H0, aiteF We broke ranks,
Behaved like an [ tnclc and Man.
our Mt" j. our own; Wen be cheated no more.
Ganb!r You in all parties who'yc nothing to
Friend Horace. the farmer, our Southland re-
store
And thi, last rebel yell be the sign of the
truce.
And the old yell comes,
Though silent b. the drums:
Whoe-hoop,
Gray column in the yanD
For the first of the Yanks
Who, after We broke rank,
behaved like an Uncle and Man.
We cannot say that Doctor Greeley
has not earned this touching tribute.
lie faithfully did all he could for the
boys in gray, and it is meet that he
have his reward Let, then, the rebel
yell go on. Let the whoo hoop pro-