Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1898-10-20

| And when at Porto Rico We unfurl our
grand old flag,
In place of that blood-stained and tat
tered Spanish rag
We'll mako it worry ovident, as we'll as
- worry plain,
That the boys who did the fighting did
not forget the Maine.
And wo'll show tho kingly "powors"
across tho distant seas
That Dewey's at tho Philippines to do as
ho may please,
For Uncle Sam has sont him thore, and
with tho fullest sway,
TO wind Tat little matter up, and in his
own good way.
And whom tho troops shall reach him at
Manila they'll go in,
Despite tho saucy modelling of the Kaiser
at Berlin,
For with Yankee Dixie Doodle" and
tho rolling of the drums.
He'll find the sort of boys we've got, end
reach of Yankee guns.
Havana, Santiago, and the distant
Philippines,
In spite of crazy warships and hor many
hidden mines,
Will cease to yiold up revonue to bloody,
naughty Spain,
<Aio chCy Wv, Will GE0 SlnRlDR
of the Maine.
Thon old man Don Sagasta, onsconsod
Oh his Madrid porch,
Yexed with "atfairs of state" and wor-
ried much by Church,
May curse away at will, and call us
"Yankee pigs"
But the minister Of State" is sadly out
of date, and we're worry, very sorry
for his "nibsD
We sort o like tho regent, for the old
girPs full of pluck,
And wo're worry much regrotful for Hor
Majesty's i'll luck,
But she now can pack her luggage foi
that longed for Austrian trip,
For upon her Spanish subjects she has
surely lost hor grip.
We pity, too, Alphonso, of most unfor-
tunato name,
Tho little boy king that mono of us will
blame,
Who may soon lose his homo, his crown
and his throne,
Through diplomatic blunder, and nc
fault of his own.
a nation with its heroes, iiko uobsor
aud his crew,
All gallant sailors, trusted, tried and
Such is tho grit Uncle Sam puts in his
And these arc tho warriors Span's afraid
to meet
With those and many heroes who'vo not
thought for life,
Counting death good humoredly mid
| battles flerCeBt strife,
Can any truo American fear what tha enc
| must be,
In struggle hoaven blessed that peo
pie may be free ?
But tho scrugglo's not yet over, ant
Uncle Sam is mad,
And all tho boys he's got in camp vii
only be too glad
Whom President Mckinley shall prov,
! 'tis not q boast,
But sonds his ships across tho seas tx
shell tho Spanish coast.
A word just here of good advice Il
weak, misguided Spain:
If soon she'd havo this war to close, ant
WOO sweet poaco again,
She's but to furl that yellow rag and col
her vandals homo,
For when we sot poor Cuba FREQ she'll fl,
! flag of hor own.
OF Columbia and Britannia thore cal
| hardly be doubt,
A love-fcast sort of feeling has qucorly
| vv.uo about,
| And it won't be any wondor if McKinle,
| and Queen Vic
Should reach an understanding on som,
| cute alliance trick.
And thore ism t any question that strong
and mighty toam
| Would forever rulo tho wayos of thu
broad Atlantic stream,
For John Bull and Unclo Sam, togotho
| on tho seas,
Would make an awful furry in tho dip
| lOmatic breezo.
SO wo'll stand by tho flag, boys, tho blue
and the gray,
Fighting for "Old Glory" wo're suro tt
| win tho day,
And will show tho world America alone
can manage Spain,
And don't want any foreign help settling
| for tho Maine.
And whom tho war is ovor and tho boys
] aro homo again.
| Wo'll hold in sweetost memory our com
| rades who woro slain.
Tho comrades who at country's call tool
up gun and sword,
And drove from fair Columbia's land tht
hated Spanish horde.