The Life and Adventures, Songs, Services, and Speeches of Private Miles O'Reilly [pseud.] (47th Regiment, New York Volunteers.) |
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70. lappuse - To the flag we are pledged, all its foes we abhor, And we ain't for the nigger, but we are for the war.
55. lappuse - I'll divide wid him, An' divil a word I'll say. In battle's wild commotion I shouldn't at all object If Sambo's body should stop a ball That was comin...
56. lappuse - I'll resign, and let Sambo take it, On every day in the year! On every day in the year, boys, And wid none of your nasty pride, All my right in a Southern bagnet prod Wid Sambo I'll divide. The men who object to Sambo Should take his place and fight; And it's better to have a naygur's hue Than a liver that's wake an
55. lappuse - And that the thrade of bein' kilt Belongs but to the white : But as for me, upon my sowl ! So liberal are we here, I'll let Sambo be murthered instead of myself, On every day in the year. On every day in the year, boys, And in every hour of the day The right to be kilt I'll divide wid him, And divil a word I'll say.
61. lappuse - An* whin you lie wid the top of aich toe Turned up to the roots of a daisy, May this be your epitaph, nately writ " Though thraitors abused him vilely, He was honest an...
156. lappuse - And the other eye was out, my dear; And the calves of his wicked-looking legs Were more than two feet about, my dear.
155. lappuse - O'Reilly is a brawny, large-boned, rather good-looking young Milesian, with curly reddish hair, grey eyes, one of which has a blemish upon it, high cheek bones, a cocked nose, square lower jaws, and the usual strong type of Irish forehead the perceptive bumps, immediately above the eyes, being extremely prominent.
235. lappuse - And order them, in language full, At once to send me down a bull : If possible, a youthful beast, With warm affections yet unplaced, Who to my widowed cows may prove A husband of undying love.