O Johnny Bull, my Jo John! when Lincoln first began To try his hand at war, John, you were a peaceful man; But now your blood is up, John, and well the Yankees know, You play the ---- when you start, O Johnny Bull, my Jo! O Johnny Bull, my Jo John, let's take the field together, And hunt the Yankee Doodles home, in spite of wind and weather, And ere a twelvemonth roll around, to Boston we will go, And eat our Christmas dinner there, O Johnny Bull, my Jo! "SOUTHRONS." BY CATHERINE M. WARFIELD. You can never win them back-- Never! never! Though they perish on the track Of your endeavor; Though their corses strew the earth, That SMILED upon their birth, And blood pollutes each hearth- Stone forever! They have risen to a man, Stern and fearless; Of your curses and your ban They are careless. Every hand is on its knife, Every gun is primed for strife, Every PALM contains a life, High and peerless! _You have no such blood as theirs_ For the shedding: In the veins of cavaliers Was its heading: _You_ have no such stately men In your "abolition den," To march through foe and fen, Nothing dreading! They may fall before the fire Of your legions, Paid with gold for murderous hire-- _Bought allegiance_; But for every drop you shed, You shall have a mound of dead, So that vultures may be fed In our regions! But the battle to the strong Is not given, When the Judge of Right and Wrong Sits in heaven; And the God of David still Guides the pebble with _His will_; There are giants yet to kill-- Wrongs unshriven! "NIL DESPERANDUM." _Inscribed to our Soldier-boys_, BY ADA ROSE. The Yankee hosts are coming, With their glittering rows of steel, And sharp, from many a skirmish, Comes the rifle's ringing peal, Warning you how very near The Northern "Hessians" are, With their overwhelming forces; But ne'er must you despair. For though they come on, surging Like a mighty rolling sea, They're _hired_ by their master, "Abe"-- _You_ fight for _Liberty_. So bravely you must meet them, And face the cannon's blare; Your watchword, "Victory or Death," And never you despair. True, the cloud is dark and lowering, But behind a cheerful ray, And the night is always darkest Just before the break of day. Have faith; the cloud will soon disperse, For the light is surely there; The day will soon be dawning, So never you despair. Go, emulate brave Washington, Who led a little band, To drive the proud oppressors From off their happy land. The enemy outnumbered, By far, the "rebels" there; But bravely they encountered them, Nor yielded to despair.