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DAVIS' FLIGHT.
The dragoon with his burning tail,
Has gone forever out of sight;
And lift not one behind the wail,
But rather triumph at his flight.
Oh! blundering Davis go.
Has gone forever out of sight;
And lift not one behind the wail,
But rather triumph at his flight.
Oh! blundering Davis go.
He is the wretch of all the earth,
Who led the rebels thus away;
Who gave to gloomy plunder birth,
Then run himself far, far away;
Oh! blundering Davis go.
Who led the rebels thus away;
Who gave to gloomy plunder birth,
Then run himself far, far away;
Oh! blundering Davis go.
And now he's gone to Mexico,
We think not long he there will dwell;
We are aware he next will go,
To lodge with equal fools in hell;
Oh! blundering Davis go.
We think not long he there will dwell;
We are aware he next will go,
To lodge with equal fools in hell;
Oh! blundering Davis go.
Go drop thy plunder where thou wilt,
In some deep pit or gloomy dell;
Thou canst not shun the shaft of guilt,
Nor screen the thunderbolts of heaven;
Go, go, forever go.
In some deep pit or gloomy dell;
Thou canst not shun the shaft of guilt,
Nor screen the thunderbolts of heaven;
Go, go, forever go.
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