Year: 1863

The writer favoring us with the appended bur.
lesque, is evidently disposed to take a satirical
view on the National Treasury policy, probably
having quite as jdst comprehension of it as a
majority of those who oppose it less amiably:
We are coming, Father Abraham, One Hundred


Millions more,
Five hundred presses printing US from morn till
Us thick as Valambrosa leaves to scatter through


the land,
And pay the soldier, or release the border contra


band;
To line the fat contractors purse, or purchase


transport craft,
Whose rotten hulks shall sink before the winds


begin to watt,
Attred in green-the color most appropriate to be


wore,
We are coming. Father Abraham, One Hundred


Millions more.
We are coming, Father Abraham, One Hundred


Millions more,
And cash was ne er SO easily evoked from rags be.


fore;
It's but to say, "Just strik off million. if you


please,'
And straight the fortune by the press is printed
No wonder paper cost so much that publishers


complain,
When j tbut needs picture stamp to turn it into


gain.
In all the pomp of 'Graver's Art, behind as we'll


as fore,
We are coming, Father Abraham, One Hundred


Millions more.
We are coming, Father Abraham, One Hundred


Millions more,
To help our Uncle Samuel to prosecute the war:
And if the Union rilemen should use us for his


wads,
When cracking at the rebel scout at full hundred


rods.
Nor only would the shot be true but, being thus


laid low,
That rebel in another world would no Redeemer


know
And So to ease the itching palm, or fit the rife


bore,
We are coming, Father Abraham, One Hundred


Millions more.
We are coming. Father Abrahm, One Hundred


Millions more,
To supercede the sordid gold so many still daore ;
And how the queer anomaly upon the world must


fash,
OF rags-the pauper's ensign once--now turning


into cash
And if our European friends are right in what


they've said,
We fight our battles better far on paper than with


lead
Why then to help especially in shortening the
war,
We arc coming, Father Abraham One Hundred


Millions more.
We are coming, Father Abraham, One hundred


Millions more
To be present blessing, though, perhaps, future


bore,
No longer let the people fear the Capital will fall,
Sa by the sure stock -broking blow ordain ed for


paper all;
For while in us that Capital they recognize who


can,
JEFF Davis will not take it, nor will any other


man,
To attempt no thicving rebels yet to prove trea-


sure store.
We are coming, Father Abroham. One Hundred


Million more.
We are coming, Father Abraham, One Hundred


Millions moro,
the ship Of States a paper boat without a bit of
But tits contrved to raise the wind just needed or
We fail;
And we ourselves can realize sacrificing sale
That such a snip should Ger go down comes scarce
within belief;
And SO to make the ship of State defy the blllvra
roar,
We are coming Father Abraham One Hundred
Mi | ons more.
We are coming, Father Abraham One Hundred
Millions more,
70 quicken Chase's lively hands and deepen
Welles' snore!
| And unto you, in manner thus as children, do we
speak,
| That we ma claim patcrna care, if need be, in a
week,
The simple terms on which we come are hardly
| worth a fuss
That is, as we may father you SO you will Father


us.
Like leaves of green, to hide fruit with ashes al
| its core,
We are coming Father Abraham, One Hundred
| Millone more.