Drain we the cup. Friend, art afraid? Spirits are laid In the Red Sea. Mantle it up; Empty it yet; Let us forget, Round the old tree. Sorrows, begone! Life and its ills, Duns and their bills, Bid we to flee. Come with the dawn, Blue-devil sprite, Leave us to-night, Round the old tree. THE YANKEE VOLUNTEERS. ["A surgeon of the United States army says, that on inquiring of the Captain of his company, he found that nine tenths of the men had enlisted on account of some female difficulty.”]— Morning Paper. YE Yankee volunteers! Though oft 'tis told one. Soin both hemispheres As in the Old one! What-in this company Of sixty sons of Mars, Who march 'neath Stripes and Stars, With fife and horn, Nine tenths of all we see Along the warlike line Had but one cause to join This Hope Forlorn? Deserters from the realm Where tyrant Venus reigns, You slipped her wicked chains, And now, with sword and helm, Beneath the Stripe and Star embroidered banner! And is it so with all The warriors ranged in line, With lace bedizened fine And swords gold-hilted— Yon lusty corporal, Yon color-man who gripes The flag of Stars and Stripes Has each been jilted? No corselet is so proof, But through it from her bow, The shafts that she can throw Will pierce and rankle. No champion e'er so tough, But's in the struggle thrown, And tripped and trodden down By her slim ankle. Thus, always it was ruled, The strong man was a child, Alcides was befooled, And silly Samson shorn, Long, long ere you were born, Poor Yankee Doodle! |