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SONGSTER. 103
And we'll leave our home and friends, John, and
crush the reptile foe.
That dare pollute our natal soil. Oh Johnny BuU, my jo.
Oh Johnny BuU, my jp, John, when all your
schemes had faU'd,
To wipe away the stigma, John, for New Orieans
you sail'd ;
But heavier woes await thee, John, for Jackson meets
the foo.
Whose name and fame's immortal, Oh Johnny Bull,
my jo.
Oh Johnny BuU, my jo, John, your Packenham's
no more;
The blood of your invincibles crimson our native
shore;
No Hampton scenes are here,John,to greet a savage foe.
Nor booty, no, nor beauty, Oh Johnny Bull, my.io.
1)h Johnny Bull, my jo, John, your heroes keep at
home,
Ii high spirits they come hither, but they're carried
back in rum.
You say your sons arc valiant;—I grant they may
be so.
But more valiant are our Yankee boys. Oh Johnny
BuU, my jo.
Your schemes to gather laurels here, I guess were
badl' plann'd;
M'e have whipp'd you on the ocean, John, we've
bother'd you on land;
Then hie thee to Old England, John, thy fruitless
plans forego;
And stay at thy fast-anchored Isle, Oh Johnny Bull,
my jo.