Poems by St. John Honeywood . with some pieces in prose |
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CONGRESS DUELISTS: A NEW SONG, TO THE TUNE OF YANKEE DOODLE.
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CONGRESS DUELISTS: A NEW SONG, TO THE TUNE OF YANKEE DOODLE.
In a Letter from Jotham to Jonathan.
Our Congress men, some winters back,
Were master 'cute at writing;
But now they are a deuced pack,
Whom nothing serves but fighting.
Yankee doodle be a man,
Manhood is the dandy;
Keep old rifle cock'd and prim'd,
And then you'll have it handy.
Were master 'cute at writing;
But now they are a deuced pack,
Whom nothing serves but fighting.
Yankee doodle be a man,
Manhood is the dandy;
Keep old rifle cock'd and prim'd,
And then you'll have it handy.
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I'd dare be bound in twenty pound,
Though now it's cents and dollars,
That I or you more good could do
Than such blood-thirsty scholars.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Though now it's cents and dollars,
That I or you more good could do
Than such blood-thirsty scholars.
Yankee doodle, &c.
If every day some private fray
Cost six long hours oration,
The plague is in't, stamp act and mint
Won't half support our nation.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Cost six long hours oration,
The plague is in't, stamp act and mint
Won't half support our nation.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Sure two pounds eight are wages great
For folks to sit and rule us;
But if they fight, and challenge write,
Why, Jonathan, they fool us.
Yankee doodle, &c.
For folks to sit and rule us;
But if they fight, and challenge write,
Why, Jonathan, they fool us.
Yankee doodle, &c.
There comes a day, our Parsons say,
When these things shall be righted;
Though now the great can fight in state,
While poor men are indicted.
Yankee doodle, &c.
When these things shall be righted;
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While poor men are indicted.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Great General Gun the sport begun,
His spunk was hot and scalding;
Or wrong or right, he swore he'd fight
A bout with Parson Baldwin.
Yankee doodle, &c.
His spunk was hot and scalding;
Or wrong or right, he swore he'd fight
A bout with Parson Baldwin.
Yankee doodle, &c.
The Parson he could not agree
That killing folks was fun, Sir;
Refused to stir, said, “Pistol, Sir,
“Is no match for a Gun, Sir.”
Yankee doodle, &c.
That killing folks was fun, Sir;
Refused to stir, said, “Pistol, Sir,
“Is no match for a Gun, Sir.”
Yankee doodle, &c.
Next Colonel Blount did take affront
At 'Squire Thatcher's joking;
He waxed hot, and talk'd of shot
In language most provoking.
Yankee doodle, &c.
At 'Squire Thatcher's joking;
He waxed hot, and talk'd of shot
In language most provoking.
Yankee doodle, &c.
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The 'Squire said, “Cold steel and lead
“May give some people pleasure;
“We Boston folks are fond of jokes,
“But choose to die at leisure.”
Yankee doodle, &c.
“May give some people pleasure;
“We Boston folks are fond of jokes,
“But choose to die at leisure.”
Yankee doodle, &c.
Our General, who owns Whitehall,
Though not a man of passion,
The other day, as people say,
Adopted Congress fashion.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Though not a man of passion,
The other day, as people say,
Adopted Congress fashion.
Yankee doodle, &c.
A deal is said of running lead,
And something smells like powder;
But deuce a bit the truth we get
Till Fame shall whisper louder.
Yankee doodle, &c.
And something smells like powder;
But deuce a bit the truth we get
Till Fame shall whisper louder.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Perhaps the talk of bloody work
Deserves but little credit;
Rogues will devise a heap of lies,
And fools are fond to spread it.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Deserves but little credit;
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And fools are fond to spread it.
Yankee doodle, &c.
'Tis true, the sport, like pipe-stem short,
Broke off right in the middle;
How't's come about, or who cow'd out,
Let wiser heads unriddle.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Broke off right in the middle;
How't's come about, or who cow'd out,
Let wiser heads unriddle.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Our Colonel is very well,
Our General is healthy,
Unless the fright of this sad fight
Has reach'd to Philadelphia.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Our General is healthy,
Unless the fright of this sad fight
Has reach'd to Philadelphia.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Our fathers, who were heroes true,
Made up of Bunker metal,
Said men of sense a small offence
O'er mug of flip must settle.
Yankee doodle, &c.
Made up of Bunker metal,
Said men of sense a small offence
O'er mug of flip must settle.
Yankee doodle, &c.
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But if so high the injury
Must needs kick up a dust, Sir,
They'd slip a rear, with, “Friend, look here,
“Kiss this, and do your worst, Sir.”
Yankee doodle, &c.
Must needs kick up a dust, Sir,
They'd slip a rear, with, “Friend, look here,
“Kiss this, and do your worst, Sir.”
Yankee doodle, &c.
Then hardest fend, you may depend,
They took it rough and tumble,
And he who run, or thrice was flung,
Was 'blig'd by law to humble.
Yankee doodle be a man,
Manhood is the dandy;
Keep old rifle cock'd and prim'd,
And then you'll have it handy.
They took it rough and tumble,
And he who run, or thrice was flung,
Was 'blig'd by law to humble.
Yankee doodle be a man,
Manhood is the dandy;
Keep old rifle cock'd and prim'd,
And then you'll have it handy.
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