H. DE MARSAN, DEALER IN SONGS TOY BOOKS &C, NO 54 CHATHAM ST, NY.
Flip Flap. As sung by
There’s big fish, and little fish,
Of every rank and station;
I’ll sing you, now, a good old song
About this Yankee Nation.
Hard times are all the talk,
And every body is failing;
The world is all a bursting up,
And to the Devil sailing.
Dixie’s Land is playing bluff,
And down on Yankee Doodle;
The South, they say, can whip the North,
And pocket all the boodle;
They want four aces, every time;
And they try their best to steal ’em;
But, while Jeff Davis stocks the cards,
McClellan knows how to deal ’em!
Some people like to get the job
To be Commissionary,
Or get up all the soldiers’ clothes,
And make them nice and airy;
They make them fit so very nice,
They never show the creases;
But, when a soldier blows his nose,
He bursts himself to pieces!
Everybody is trying to fight,
And get a good commission;
I guess I’ll put myself up
For General of Division.
Red Tape, up at Albany,
Will settle all the matter;
For, he makes a General, every day,
Of a tailor or a hatter.
Now, there’s Wigfall will get a fall,
With Hemp instead of Cotton;
And Davis, too, will find the road
Is neither short nor rotton.
With Beauregard, and Ouleygard,
Secessionists we’ll sever;
We’ll give the Traitors all the Stripes,
But we’ll keep the Stars for ever!