Part 4 (1/2)
Pompey Smash, and his lady fair!
You may bet your life dey will bofe be dare!
And Mistah Ducklegs--bully for he!
Such a gizzard foot you nebber did see.
Lubly Rosa! Sambo come!
Don't you hear de banjo?
Tum! Tum! Tum!
And Gumbo Squash wid his bressed grin, His curling har, and his cho-s.h.i.+n-- De King ob Hearts will come to de Bal, Let the gals look out for dare f.e.c.kshuns all!
Lubly Rosa! Sambo come!
Don't you hear de banjo?
Tum! Tum! Tum!
Ole Uncle Ned, frow down dat hoe!
And Dinah, drop dat kitchen dough!
All Dixie's free, wid noffin to do But to dance all night, and all day too.
Lubly Rosa! Sambo come!
Don't you hear de banjo?
Tum! Tum! Tum!
De white trash dey have nuffin to say, But to work! work! and de taxes pay; While the bressed darkies dance dere fill, Let de white trash foot de fiddler's bill!
Lubly Rosa! Sambo come!
Don't you hear de banjo!
Tum! Tum! Tum!
White Men! White Men! Sure as you're born, The crows are going to take your corn!
They surround your fields on every tree, And they blacken the sky as far as we see.
Lubly Rosa! Sambo stay, In the land of Dixie, Far away.”
Linkin laughed at it when I got thru, an sed it done very well for some sore-hed Dimmycrat, but that Whittiur could write one on 'tother side that this would not be a primin to. I telled him Whittiur might make better poetry, but I doubted whether ther would as much truth in it as this had.
Linkin ses he wants me to study up the finances for him. He ses the debt is gettin fearful, an as I am good at cyferin, he ses I must try to help him out on that subject. He wants to put it in his nex message.
It is some time since I did such work, but if I feel like it, I will go into it, an will write you how I get along.
Your frend,
MAJER JACK DOWNING.
LETTER VIII.
_Matters get Confused--The ”Kernel and the Major” Compelled to go to Fortress Monroe to Straighten Things Out--Mr. Lincoln Takes his Revolver--The Major Sticks to His Hickory--Arrival at Fort Monroe--They go on a ”Tippergraphical Rekonnisanze”--A Night Alarm--Secretary Stanton Tries to get on the President's Pantaloons._
WAs.h.i.+NGTON, May 13th, 1862.