 | Ye Book of Copperheads |  |
[Gamblers, Wood-ites, thieves, and asses]
Gamblers, Wood-ites, thieves, and asses,Scrapings of the dangerous classes,
Pettifoggers malign, but weak,
Who dare not fight and cannot speak;
Trash which the war-tide rolling high
Has cast ashore in scorn to dry;
“Aristocrats” who fear to wage
Brave battle in a stirring age,
As did their glorious sires before,
Who won thereby the fame they wore;
Oh G. S. H---, tell us true,
Is this fit company for YOU?
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