Fourth of July Song
Fourth Of July Song.
Then Blair, the ravening, raging, wolf like Blair,
With looks demonical, and with frenzied air;
Degenerate son of Maryland sits scowling there!
Now come we to Interior Smith, but why not Jones?
‘Twould rhyme much better with the awful groans
Which since this Black Administration,
Have spread like wildfire, through the nation.
But who comes now? what ghastly image
Is this, which imitates the foul hyæna’s grinning rage?
Astonished, horrified, disgusted, soon away we turn,
And from a smiling contraband we learn
That this is Wildcat Seward, of New York the pride,
Whose crimes no perjury can ever hide.