The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1898-03-22
What Is all this Fuss About?

What is all this Fuss About?
What is all this fuss about
The sinking OF the Maine?
I'm somewhat 'spriSed beyond a doubt,
Zen Illlman was to blame,
because when he was in the State,
All the women and the men
Who opposed him as chief MAGISTRATE,
Laid everything to Ben.
No matter how the weather went,
Let her shine or let her rain,
l We ooked for a message to be sent
Oh Ben caused the wreck Of the
Maine"
We sent him up to Washington,
To represent us there;
And now the Maine has been blown nm.
. where was Ben oh, where!
Who caused he Niger at Lake CITY
To get his brains blown out?
will tell you in my ditty,
1t was laid to Ben, no doubt.
But back to the Maine, the fatal boat,
Manned by "A gallant crew,
Without a sound or bugle note
All went down but IA few.
h gallant few who now remain,
Survivors true and brave
OF that boat, the fatal Maine.
winch went down to a watery grave.
Are now the heroes of the day
Are worshiped both on land and sea:
Iney are getting ready for the fray
10 set the Cuban patriots free.
If france decides to join with Spain,
Ihen Will come the tug OF war:
Uncle Sam will defend the Maine,
VI course, in Spanish waite RS and
bar.
The Southern grey will Join the blue,
Though over thirty years ago
They met each other, brave and true.
Now shoulder to shoulder they'll
meet the foe.
Old Johnny Rcb will take a hand,
VIII put on his old gray Jacket.
ANA when he gets on Spanish land
DON'T you forget he'll make a racket.
Old Johnny Reb has raised some BOYS
SINCE The war between the States,
VINO Will make a considerable noise
When within the Spanish gates.
The Southern rebs and Yankee BOYS
viii be a jolly crowd. you bet,
From South Carolina to Illinois,
They'll stand together, don't you for
Uncle Sam and old John Bull
VIII wipo them out of existence,
France and Spain will nave Il handful,
'Tis folly to show resistance.
Our gallant Culp, OF the Union Times,
VINO fought on Greenwood's CORY
field,
Won't dread torpedoes or the mines,
Nor to II Spaniard will he yield.
Then Capt. Duckett, OF Southern fame,
llas offered his services, too,
We know no man who is more game,
mat wore the gray or blue.
Eichelbergcr, OF our grand old State,
Wili stand to ship till he dies;
Just give him a pistol, No. 48,
And he'll plug those Spaniards' eyes.
Other Southern soldiers
Are eager for the fray,
And stand ready and awaiting
Til the band begins to play.
Get ready then, my Southern boys,
And set those Cubans free:
Get your guns and join the fight,
Defend our General Lee.
But Just tell item that the writer
or this jumbled little song
Is not a regular fighter
Not ready to join the throng.
In the wal between the States
He thinks he got satisfied
Got shot between the shoulder blades,
Fought, bled, and almost died.
But boys, laying all Jokes aside,
War Is Il terrible thing;
You re not taking your girl to ride
Or sitting in a hammock to swing.
Neither are you engaged in a dance
And ~promeDading all;
foryon must meet the Spaniard's lance, |
And face the cannon ball.
Go slow, my lads remember what / say, |
Stop! think before you start to fight,
Then, perhaps. some future day
You'll say Old Vet was right.
nIn Nur |