The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-07-10
JONATHAN's wOOING.
FOURTH OF JULY BALLAD.

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Jonathan would a-wooing CO.
So he put on his best chapeau
- know beautiful girl" said he,
" And think she's rather fond of me.
Columbia il my darling's name"
She saw him coming, and when he came.
Eager aud loving, and knelt at her feet,
She dropped her eyes, so coy aud sweet
And looked like dove that was cooling;
So the boy began his wooing.
Now stout old gentleman named John Bull,
Whose head was empty, whose stomach was full,
Determined TO put an end TO that.
so he jammed his crown his head for hat,
And taking his bulldog, crossed the sea,
And landed, as mad as he could be;
For he saw, as he painted up the hl
1hat tue lovers were kissing, as lovers WILL
You rascal what are you doing
And Jonathan answered, "Wooing."
Then Bul grew madden, as you may suppose,
For he shook his fist under Jonathan's nose.
q That girl shall never become your wife,
III have to pummel you out of life 7"
Jonathan looked at his great big fist,
Ana stripped up the sleeves on his little wrist
While the lady who THIS disturbance made
stood holding his coat, aud was sore afraid.
At Was clear there was mischief brewing
night as well as wooing.
Old Bun in a memeut was on the pair -
He grabbed Columbia by the hair
And she fell on her knees with her lovers coat,
While he held the youngster by the throat,
To try If he could not stop his wind.
His ugly bulldog had crept behind,
Ana where Jonathan's trowsers were broad and
slack,
He fastened his teeth to pull him back
Inc fragments the ground will be strewing
Beioreshe gets through with his wooing!
Tie very next moment the lad let fly,
And planted his right "a Bulls left eye.
IL ten with heavy, thudding sound,
And tumbled the old man on the ground.
III the dog that hangs 10 Jonathan
VIII only let go But he will let go,
For little Columbia has pet bird,
That now will make itself heard.
The bulldog will soon be ruling
That he was at JOnathan's woOmgi
Down swoops the eagle and holds him in check:
Its terrible talon is Ia his neck,
And II viii go deeper deeper down
Before he reaches Columba's gown
John ana Jonathan have new round,
And john has got Jonathan on the ground:
Mind your eye, my brave little man,
And, since he's cooking you kick if you can
somebody VIII De boo-hooing
Before you finish your wooing
But Jonathans luck has changed, for he
Has the head OF old Bun in chauCery:
Plant your right I'm his right eye now
And Bull viii below-he does-likr a cow
Columbia watches with happy surprise
And the stars il her jacket are bright as her eyes
But the powerless bull-dog-he looks GRIM
For the eagles talon is stu IN him
lie won't DO any more chewing,
Al least, at JouatAans wooing
Faint heart never wins, but a stout one may,
And Jonathan's won his lady to-day
Bull knows lt, and runs, with tue boy in pursuit,
lie sees it, aud feels il too, to boot!
Fly TO your ship John, and homeward steer
You VIII get more kicks than coppers here.
You call Tor your bu,-dog-where is he?
The eagle is dropping him into the sea
Look out, or yOull find il pursuing
Ion, for your share III the woOlug
Jonathan was COiumbia's beau
so he put on his coat, and best chapeau,
And they sat together, in sun and shade
Two happy lovers, Of no one afraid!
She petted her brave old eagle while he
Told how the ship standing TO sea,
Never 60 bring John Bull any more:
If it did, he'd thrash him worse than before!
And then, his kisses renewing,
Jonathan went on wOoingi
-R. Il. Stoddard, in HarperS Weckly