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YANKEE NOTIONS.

- Yankee Doodle's come to town." —American National Anthem. yv who boast the sun don't set on your most tarnation way of giving your opiOn other folks, and what they do, which don't suit asked, why then 'twould be a different "re' playing up just now, at home with words and triggers, . « . » , All through our christian wish to give their freedom You d'h»kfou're duty bound to set your stupid toncues in motion; .» • u When it's too late, you'll wish you'd held your chatter—l've a notion. John Bull's a mighty fine old man, in his own way Biu lot of help to keep his craft from sinking; His friehtened face—dam my old boots —can t easy be forgotten. , . „ When we shut up the Southern ports, and cut off all his cotton, And his tobacco, too—oh, dear—a sin we neercan his poor old teeth with rage—that put his blessed pipe out. Some day we'll put it out much worse, and set him in commotion; ~0.11 1 4 That is, when we have made the South knock under —I've a notion. With them there rebel States, as yet, we've only been a-playing, . But we must whip 'em now, I guess—it ain tno good delaying. They might have given in ;\t they would—we a not have laid it hard on, But they're a long while knocking off, and singing out for pardon ; , . , , So we mean going in big licks to stop their botheraFor when our dander's fairly up we'll lick the whole creation. And after that—l won't say what—we've ships upon the ocean, A nod's as good as any wink, old lioss, I've got a notion. You Britishers have got a chap at home, an awful schemer, He's been and built them Southern coons the Alabama steamer, And some one's sent 'em out some guns, and shot, and shell, and powder; By thunder! this will only make our call for vengeance louder. You say we helped the Russians so, when you with them were fighting; What's that to you ? To help a friend is what we most delight in; If " contraband of war " we sent some cargoes o'er the ocean, You mustn't come that game out here—it's dangerous, I've a notion. Just look how those commissioners we took from off your steamer; The skipper who played John that trick I call a regular screamer; And when you came to fetch 'em hack, don't think that we were daunted — We gave em up, because, I guess, they were no longer wanted. If John had let his bristles rise, he'd soon have found his master, And quick as he was coming out, he'd gone away much faster; That's—if he could—for young and old were filled with one emotion, To rush and seize his lumbering ships—that scares you—l've a notion.

You poor Colonials, how you'd fall a weeping and a wailing, If some fine day you saw a fleet come up your harbour sailing; How glum you'd look when you'd to save your town by paying ransom; You're pretty rich, and so you'd have to come down dreadful handsome: T'would be no use to think of calling out youi volunteers, When half a dozen shots would send the place about your ears; You'd find our Yankee pills would be a tamed better potion; You'd have to pay or go to pot, poor critters, I've e notion. If we begin, you Britishers would soon be mad( knock under; There's others would be glad to join, in hopes tc share the plunder; Though we should ask for no one's help, I guess that's awful plain, We've whipped you once, and we can do that littl< trick again; So mind your eye, unless you'd try our style o: privateering; Let's settle our affairs ourselves, without your inter fering. Leave us alone, unless you'd have us sweep yoi from the ocean; John whips the world, but we can whip old JohnI've got a notion. You gentlemen (?) of England, who live at home a ease, Your flag has been quite long enough a nuisance 01 the seas; I guess 'twill have to hide itself if once our flag unfurled— The stars and stripes that's bound to have dominion of the world. Your poor old British lion, too, he'll make som awful cries, When bold Columbia's eagle comes, and gouges ou his eyes. Then hey for Colt's, and Bowie knives, to set ol John in motion, Three cheers for Yankee Doodle, boys, he'll whi you, I've a notion. Timaru. J. T. M.

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YANKEE NOTIONS. Lyttelton Times, Volume XIX, Issue 1081, 21 March 1863

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