THE “NEB-RASCALITY.”
Reading edition
AS SUNG BY THE HUTCHINSON FAMILY.
I.
Air—“Dandy Jim.”
Kind friends, with your permission, I Will sing a few short stanzas, About this new “Nebraska Bill,” Including also Kansas; All how they had it “cut and dried,” To rush it through the Senate Before the people rallied, and Before they’d time to mend it.
II., III., IV.
Air—“Yankee Doodle.”
Iniquity so very great, Of justice so defiant, Of course could only emanate From brain of mighty giant. This giant, now, is very small, As all of you do know, sirs; But then, there is no doubt at all That he expects to grow, sirs. There’s one thing more I ought to say, And that will make us even— It is to mention, by-the-way, The giant’s name is——Stephen. GIANT’S BASS-SOLO. “Fe, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of Free-dom; Fe, fi, fo, fum, Dead or alive, I’ll have some.” Oh, terribly the giant swore, With awful oaths and curses, And language such as I can not Engraft into my verses. There was a giant once before, And with a sling they slew him; That Stephen could be slued with one, No one would say who knew him.
V.
Air—“Burial of Sir John Moore.”
’Twas at the dead of night they met, (So I’m informed the case is,) Stephen in person leading on The army of “dough-faces.” They voted, at the dead of night. While all the land lay sleeping, That all our sacred, blood-bought rights Were not worth the keeping.
VI.
Air—“Yankee Doodle”—Double Quick Time.
Oh! bless those old forefathers, in Their Continental “trowsers,” Who in their wisdom looked so far And organized two houses— So let them shout, their time is short, They’ll very soon be stiller— For in the house they’ll find a boy Called “Jack the Giant Killer.”
VII.
Air—“Scots Wha’ Ha’ Wi’ Wallace Bled.”
And now, kind friends, for once and all Let’s swear upon the altar Of plighted faith and sacred truth, To fight and never falter; That Liberty and Human Rights Shall be a bright reality, And we’ll resist with all our might This monstrous Neb-rascality!