I dunno but wut it 's pooty

Trainin' round in bobtail coatsBut it's curus Christian dooty, This 'ere cuttin' folks's throats.

They may talk o' Freedom's airy
Tell they're pupple in the face-
It's a grand gret cemetary

Fer the barthrights of our race;
They jest want this Californy

So's to lug new slave states in To abuse ye, an' to scorn ye, An' to plunder ye like sin.

Ain't it cute to see a Yankee
Take sech everlastin' pains,
All to git the Devil's thankee,
Helpin' on 'em weld their chains?
Wy, it's jest ez clear ez figgers,

Clear ez one an' one make two, Chaps thet make black slaves o' niggers Want to make white slaves o' you.

Tell ye jest the eend I've come to
Arter cipherin' plaguy smart,
An' it makes a handy sum, tu,
Any gump could larn by heart;
Laborin' man an' laborin' woman
Hev one glory an' one shame.
Ev'ythin' thet's done inhuman
Injers all on 'em the same.

'Tain't by turnin' out to hack folks, You're agoin' to git your rights, Nor by lookin' down on black folks Coz you 're put upon by wite; Slavery ain't o' nary color,

'Tain't the hide thet makes it wus, All it keers fer is a feller

'S jest to make him fill his pus

Want to tackle me in, du ye?
I expect you'll hev to wait;
Wen cold lead puts daylight thru ye
You'll begin to kal'late;

S'posin the crows wun't fall to pickin
All the carkiss from your bones,
Coz you helped to give a lickin'

To them poor half-Spanish drones?

Jest go home an' ask our Nancy
Wether I'd be sech a goose

Ez to jine ye

guess you 'd fancy
The etarnal bung wuz loose!

She wants me fer home consumption,
Let alone the hay's to mow-
Ef you're arter folks o' gumption,
You've a darned long row to hoe.

Take them editors thet's crowin'

Like a cockerel three months old

Don't ketch any on 'em goin',
Though they be so blasted bold;

Ain't they a prime lot o' fellers?

'Fore they think on't they will sprout (Like a peach thet's got the yellers), With the meanness bustin' out.

Wal, go 'long to help 'em stealin'
Bigger pens to cram with slaves,
Help the men thet's ollers dealin'
Insults on your fathers' grave;
Help the strong to grind the feeble,
Help the many agin the few,
Help the men that call your people
Witewashed slaves an' peddlin' crew?

Massachusetts, God forgive her,

She's a-kneelin' with the rest,
She, thet ough' to ha' clung ferever
In her grand old eagle-nest;
She thet ough' to stand so fearless

Wile the wracks are round her hurled, Holdin' up a beacon peerless

To the oppressed of all the world!

Hain't they sold your colored seamen?
Hain't they made your env'ys wiz?

Wut'll make ye act like freemen?
Wut'll git your dander riz?

Come, I'll tell ye wut I 'm thinkin'
Is our dooty in this fix,

They'd ha' done 't ez quick ez winkin'
In the days o' seventy-six.

Clang the bells in every steeple,
Call all true men to disown
The tradoocers of our people,
The enslavers o' their own;
Let our dear old Bay State proudly
Put the trumpet to her mouth,
Let her ring this messidge loudly
In the ears of all the South-

"I'll return ye good fer evil,

Much ez we frail mortils can, But I wun't go help the Devil

Makin' man the cuss o' man; Call me coward, call me traiter, Jest ez suits your mean ideesHere I stand a tyrant-hater,

An' the friend o' God an' Peace!"

Ef I'd my way I hed ruther

We should go to work an' partThey take one way, we take t'otherGuess it wouldn't break my heart; Man hed ought to put asunder

Them thet God has noways jined;

An' I shouldn't gretly wonder
Ef there's thousands o' my mind.

-Biglow Papers.

BALLAD

DER noble Ritter Hugo

Von Schwillensaufenstein,

Rode out mit shpeer and helmet.

Und he coom to de panks of de Rhine.

Und oop dere rose a meer maid,

Vot hadn't got nodings on,

Und she say, “Oh, Ritter Hugo, Vhere you goes mit yourself alone?"

Und he says, "I rides in de creenwood
Mit helmet und mit shpeer,

Till I cooms into em Gasthaus,
Und dere I trinks some beer."

Und den outshpoke de maiden
Vot hadn't got nodings on:
"I ton't dink mooch of beoplesh
Dat goes mit demselfs alone.

"You'd petter coom dawn in de wasser,
Vere dere's heaps of dings to see,
Und have a shplendid tinner

Und drafel along mit me.

"Dere you sees de fisch a-schwimmin,

Und you catches dem efery one”

So sang dis wasser maiden

Vot had n't got nodings on