Humours of '37, Grave, Gay and Grim: Rebellion Times in the CanadasLizars, Robina
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Humours of '37, Grave, Gay and Grim: Rebellion Times in the Canadas
Lizars, Robina
Canada -- History -- Rebellion, 1837-1838
At first I hear ’twas their intent
At Waterloo to land,
But Newcastle’s good rifles there
Were ready to their hand.
Rensselaer then took the command
Of those degraded wretches,
For some had neither coat nor hat,
And some not even breeches.
To Navy Island then they went,
And there made a great splutter,--
A Constitution printed off,
And many threats did utter.
Alas, for Yankee modesty!
It really is quite shocking,
Some _ladies_ made the rebels _shirts_,
And some, too, sent them stocking.
Of many acts which by our men
Right gallantly were done,
I’ve spun my verse to such a length
I can relate but one.
And that the very gallant act
Of Captain Andrew Drew,
Whose name must be immortalized,
Likewise his daring crew.
A Yankee steamer oft had tried
The rebels aid to bring;
This English seaman swore that he
Would not allow the thing.
The Captain and his valiant crew,
Whose names I wot not all,
From Schlosser cut the steamboat out
And sent her o’er the Fall.
Oh! then the Yankees stormed outright,
And spoke of reparation;
A mighty flame then rose through this
Tobacco-chewing nation.
But little Mat was far too wise
The risk of war to run,
For he was one who never thought
In fighting there was fun.
So quickly to the frontier he
Sent General Winfield Scott,
Who in last war at Lundy’s Lane
A right good drubbing got.
Meanwhile upon the rebel host
Our guns so well did play
With shot and shell that they right soon
Were glad to run away.
And Duncombe, too, oh! where is he,
The Doctor, brave and bold?
Some say that he is dead and gone,
Being perished in the cold.
And now that the rebellion’s o’er
Let each true Briton sing,
Long live the Queen in health and peace,
And may each rebel swing.
And good Sir Francis Head, may he
With health and peace be crowned;
May earthly happiness to him
For evermore abound.
God prosper, too, my own loved land,
Thy sons so brave and true,
A heavy debt of loyalty
Doth England owe to you.
But as for those said Yankee chaps,
They well may pine and fret,
For, by lord Harry, they will have
To pay us all the debt.
And now to Mac. there’s still one step
To end his life of evil;
Soon may he take the last long leap
From gibbet to the----.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
BANEFUL DOMINATION 13
MORE BANEFUL DOMINATION 44
THE CANADAS AT WESTMINSTER 63
A CALL TO UMBRELLAS 91
LE GRAND BRULE 132
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