A SOUTHERN SONG.
Reading edition
By “L. M.,” in Louisville Courier.
If ever I consent to be married, And who would refuse a good mate? The man whom I give my hand to, Must believe in the rights of the State. To a husband who quietly submits To negro-equality sway, The true Southern girl will not barter Her heart and affections away. The heart I may choose to preside o’er, True, warm, and devoted must be, And have true love for a Union Under the Southern Liberty Tree. Should Lincoln attempt to coerce him To share with the negro his right, Then, smiling, I’d gird on his armor, And bid him God-speed in the fight. And if he should fall in the conflict, His memory with tears I will grace; Better weep o’er a patriot fallen, Than blush in a Tory embrace. We girls are all for a Union, Where a marked distinction is laid Between the rights of the mistress And those of the kinky-haired maid.