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Gotham-mites.
[“I like such Brooks,” said Falstaff once]
“I like such Brooks,” said Falstaff once;Had he meant ours he'd been a dunce;
The devil, whom all things evil please,
Could never stand such Brooks as these.
[In the Tyrol on mountain high]
In the Tyrol on mountain high“The Devil's Marble” you may spy;
And if in the World you long remain,
You'll probably meet the same again.
[Och, Johnny, my gun—let the truth be sid]
Och, Johnny, my gun—let the truth be sid,What the divil made ye turn Copperhid?
Sure it was hivvy what ye bore,
Wid the brass in your face yees had before.
[There's a song how Old Nick took a journey]
There's a song how Old Nick took a journey,With a corporation attorney;
But there is one fouler, whom even the old prowler
Would fear as a friend on a journey.
[“The man who made that order,” said]
1.
“The man who made that order,” saidJudge B. in court, “was a meat-head.”
Oh what a head that head would be,
Just meted Judge, to match with thee!
2.
“Just roll that nigger out of court!”The Judge exclaimed with solemn port;
“I tell you very truly now,
Nigs at the bar I won't allow!”
[At a Copperhead meeting the crier]
At a Copperhead meeting the crierPaused an instant to hear his gun fire;
The cannon was loaded, and when it exploded,
Said he—“List to the voice of our sire!”
[There was old party named M---]
There was old party named M---,Who went from bad doctrines to worse.
If at law he should see his name prefaced by re,
It will show what he should feel; this M---.
[There was a small Cozening shyster;]
There was a small Cozening shyster;Said he, “Every case is an eyester;
Give the parties the shells if you can, and nought else,
Unless the Court tips you a hi-ster.”
[There's a man at the Bar who, we know]
There's a man at the Bar who, we know,Is in politics terribly low;
For he keeps in the clubs the secessional cubs,
Who in propria persona can't go.
[There's a very bad-minis-trator]
There's a very bad-minis-trator,A tres petite pomme de tater,
Who tears feelings to rags, presenting of flags;
This oily old adminis-traitor.
[There's a wide-awake Copperhead cratur']
There's a wide-awake Copperhead cratur',Who is Eli by name and by natur';
Displaying for one neither fashion nor ton,
This un-national nativist traitor.
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