The New Yankee Doodle / 185 Old Jonathan pricked up his ear, Said he, “What is this clatter, About the black man that I hear? It is a serious matter. And British sympathizers were All barking in accord, sir;5 For in perverted garbled guise The news had gone abroad, sir; And hints that looked like threats came back Across the briny water, That Johnny Bull his brains did rack To “stop the horrid slaughter.” And Jonathan had some bad boys, Unfriendly to the cause, sir; They rallied now, and raised a cry Of “Union as it was,” sir.6 They said the war perverted was If Sambo lost his collar; They wouldn’t “give another man, And not another dollar.” Said Jonathan, “My lads, look here, You set of wretched shirks! Your miserable rebel souls You’d bolster with such quirks. ’Tis such as you more mischief do Than Stonewall on the border. To block your, game, you coward crew, A speedy draft I’ll order.” Then Congress, just to show the rebs This spunky Yankee nation Ain’t scared at trifles, made by law An Act of Confiscation.7

DOI link for The New Yankee Doodle / 185 Old Jonathan pricked up his ear, Said he, “What is this clatter, About the black man that I hear? It is a serious matter. And British sympathizers were All barking in accord, sir;5 For in perverted garbled guise The news had gone abroad, sir; And hints that looked like threats came back Across the briny water, That Johnny Bull his brains did rack To “stop the horrid slaughter.” And Jonathan had some bad boys, Unfriendly to the cause, sir; They rallied now, and raised a cry Of “Union as it was,” sir.6 They said the war perverted was If Sambo lost his collar; They wouldn’t “give another man, And not another dollar.” Said Jonathan, “My lads, look here, You set of wretched shirks! Your miserable rebel souls You’d bolster with such quirks. ’Tis such as you more mischief do Than Stonewall on the border. To block your, game, you coward crew, A speedy draft I’ll order.” Then Congress, just to show the rebs This spunky Yankee nation Ain’t scared at trifles, made by law An Act of Confiscation.7

The New Yankee Doodle / 185 Old Jonathan pricked up his ear, Said he, “What is this clatter, About the black man that I hear? It is a serious matter. And British sympathizers were All barking in accord, sir;5 For in perverted garbled guise The news had gone abroad, sir; And hints that looked like threats came back Across the briny water, That Johnny Bull his brains did rack To “stop the horrid slaughter.” And Jonathan had some bad boys, Unfriendly to the cause, sir; They rallied now, and raised a cry Of “Union as it was,” sir.6 They said the war perverted was If Sambo lost his collar; They wouldn’t “give another man, And not another dollar.” Said Jonathan, “My lads, look here, You set of wretched shirks! Your miserable rebel souls You’d bolster with such quirks. ’Tis such as you more mischief do Than Stonewall on the border. To block your, game, you coward crew, A speedy draft I’ll order.” Then Congress, just to show the rebs This spunky Yankee nation Ain’t scared at trifles, made by law An Act of Confiscation.7