It's monsus fine for the Bobolition line, With mouths full o' pumpkin pie, To preach in meetin' agin' retreatin'-- Why don't they come theirselves and try? They'd find the Confed's hev mighty hard heads, And are pow'ful smart at shootin'; Their love for the old flag would very soon drag-- Lord! how you'd see them scootin'. That fool Burnside deserves a cowhide, Coz he's got neither pluck nor sense; He shook like souse at the Phillip's house, While we was murder'd at Marye's fence. But it is all one to me who our Gen'ral may be, If I've got to die for the nigger, While Greeley steps on feathers, and Beecher's patent leathers, Sets Plymouth Church in a snigger. War is mighty fine to them that's drinking wine At the big hotels in York; But as for _lousy_ me, that's lost his liberty, _Peace_ is the right sort o' talk. I calk'late to stay, until next May, A shiv'rin' in all this slush; But when I git paid, I'm a leetle kinder 'fraid I'll back out hum with a rush. I'll pitch this gun into old Bull Run, Like I did when I follered McDowell; Secesh may go his ways, and I'll spend my days With my gal, my gin and my trowel. Oh! I'm sick as a dog, or a mangy hog, Of this 'tarnal nasty fightin', That's all gone wrong, and lasts too long For a man that's thinkin' o' kitin'. I'll tell you, Mississip, you're an ugly looking rip, And if you'll keep your side o' the water, You may save your powder, and I'll take to chowder, And come no more where I hadn't oughter. NO SURRENDER. Ever constant, ever true, Let the word be, no surrender, Boldly dare and greatly do! They shall bring us safely through, No surrender, no surrender! And though fortune's smiles be few, Hope is always springing new, Still inspiring me and you With a magic, no surrender. Nail the colors to the mast Shouting gladly, no surrender; Troubles near, are all but past, Serve them as you did the last, No surrender, no surrender! Though the skies be overcast, And upon the sleety blast Disappointment gathers fast, Beat them off with no surrender. Constant and courageous still, Mind the word is, no surrender! Battle tho' it be up hill, Stagger not at seeming ill, No surrender, no surrender! Hope, and thus your hope fulfill, There's a way where there's a will, And the way all cares to kill, Is to give them no surrender. A SOUTHERN WOMAN'S SONG. Stitch, stitch, stitch, Little needle, swiftly fly, Brightly glittering as you go; Every time that you pass by Warms my heart with pity's glow. Dreams of comfort that will cheer, Through winter's cold, the volunteer, Dreams of courage you will bring, Smile on me like flowers in Spring.