ABSTRACT
Don’t you ask me, whence this burlesque; Whence this captious fabrication, With its huge attempt at satire, With its effort to be funny, With its pride in Yankee spirit, With its love of Yankee firmness, With its flings at Yankee fashions, With its slaps at Yankee humbug, With its hits at Yankee follies, And its scoffs at Yankee bragging, With its praise of all that’s manly, All that’s honest, all that’s noble, With its bitter hate of meanness, Hate of pride and affectation. With its scorn of slavish fawning, Scorn of snobs, and scorn of flunkies, Scorn of all who cringe before the Dirty but “almighty dollar?”
