Then to take the proceeds an' hold them ez secu rity For an issue o' bonds to be met at maturity With an issue o' notes to be paid in hard cash On the fus' Monday follerin' the 'tarnal Allsmash: This hez a safe air, an', once hold o' the gold, 'ud leave our vile plunderers out in the cold, An' might temp' John Bull, ef it warn't for the dip he Once gut from the banks o' my own Massissippi. Some think we could make, by arrangin' the fig gers, A hendy home-currency out of our niggers; One gennleman says, ef we lef' our loan out Where Floyd could git hold on't he'd take it, no doubt; But 't ain't jes' the takin, though 't hez a good look, We mus' git sunthin' out on it arter it's took, Thet some one another should let us a loan, his Pay down on the nail, for the best of all causes, 'thout askin' to know wut the quarrel 's about, An' once come to thet, why, our game is played out. It's ez true ez though I should n't never hev said it, Thet a hitch hez took place in our system o' credit; I swear it's all right in my speeches an' messiges, But ther''s idees afloat, ez ther' is about sessiges: Folks wun't take a bond ez a basis to trade on, Without nosin' round to find out wut it's made on, An' the thought more an' more thru the public min' crosses Thet our Treshry hez gut 'mos' too many dead hosses. Wut's called credit, you see, is some like a balloon, Thet looks while it's up 'most ez harnsome 'z a moon, But once git a leak in 't, an' wut looked so grand Caves righ' down in a jiffy ez flat ez your hand. Now the world is a dreffle mean place, for our sins, Where ther' ollus is critters about with long pins A-prickin' the bubbles we've blowed with sech care, An' provin' ther' 's nothin' inside but bad air: They're all Stuart Millses, poor-white trash, an' sneaks, Without no more chivverlry 'n Choctaws or Creeks, Is meant to be took in trade's ornery way: Now a dastardly notion is gittin' about Thet our bladder is bust an' the gas oozin' out, Brag works wal at fust, but it ain't jes' the thing 't wuz the time for diffusin' correc' views abroad Wuz Spartans all on the keen jump for Thermopperlies, Thet set on the Lincolnites' bombs till they bust, For all our Thermopperlies (an' it's a marcy Oh, ef we hed on'y jes' gut Reecognition, Things now would ha' ben in a different position! You'd ha' hed all you wanted: the paper blockade Smashed up into toothpicks; unlimited trade In the one thing thet's needfle, till niggers, I Swow, Hed ben thicker 'n provisional shin-plasters now; Quinine by the ton 'ginst the shakes when they seize ye; Nice paper to coin into C. S. A. specie ; The voice of the driver 'd be heerd in our land, With all the fus' fem'lies in all the fust offices? 't wuz a beautiful dream, an' all sorrer is idle, But ef Lincoln would ha' hanged Mason an' Sli dell! For would n't the Yankees hev found they 'd ketched Tartars, Ef they'd raised two sech critters as them into martyrs ? Mason wuz F. F. V., though a cheap card to win on, But t' other was jes' New York trash to begin on; They ain't o' no good in Európean pellices, But think wut a help they 'd ha' ben on their gallowses ! They'd ha' felt they wuz truly fulfillin' their mission, An', oh, how dog-cheap we'd ha' gut Reecognition! But somehow another, wutever we 've tried, Though the the'ry 's fust-rate, the facs wun't coin cide: Facs are contrary 'z mules, an' ez hard in the mouth, An' they allus hev showed a mean spite to the South. Sech bein' the case, we hed best look about For some kin' o' way to slip our necks out: Le''s vote our las' dollar, ef one can be found, (An', at any rate, votin' it hez a good sound,)— Le''s swear thet to arms all our people is flyin', (The critters can't read, an' wun't know how we 're lyin',) Thet Toombs is advancin' to sack Cincinnater, An' gone in for sunthin' promiscu'sly awfle. Thet we've used, (those for whetstones, an' t' others ez tools,) An' now our las' chance is in puttin' to test The same kin' o' cattle North an' out West, 'em With a nod now an' then, when we happen to need 'em; Why, for my part, I'd ruther shake hands with a nigger |