Give Us Back Our Old Commander
AUNER’S PRINTING OFFICE, 110 N. TENTH ST., ab ARCH.
Give Us Back Our Old Commander.
Give us back our old Commander,
Little Mac, the peoples, pride,
Let the army and the nation,
In their choice be satisfied.
With McClellan as our leader,
Let us strike the blow anew,
Give us back our old Commander.
He will see the battle through.
Men may fight for fame and glory,
Some may fight just “for the tin;”
Give us then our noble leader,
Let us fight, but fight to win.
Uncle Sam has lots of money,
Mighty stores and many men,
Yet the people “think it funny”
We should be repuls’d again.
Pope he made a dash for Dixie,
Said he’d set the darkies free,
But he has’nt done a’ready,
What we did expect to see.
Down upon the Rappahannock,
Burnside went with army bold;
Tho’ repuls’d he did his duty,
Acting just as he was told.
Congressmen may plan and twaddle
How fighting should be done,
Bull Run taught them to skedaddle,
Ely took too slow a run.
Editors! our men of wisdom?
Lay the plan for Richmond’s fall,
Greely knows, just how McClellan
Could have bag’d the rebels all.
Down in Dixie he may lead us,
We will follow any route,
Till the silly war department,
Gives the order—RIGHT ABOUT.
Lincoln’s great on Proclamations,
Stanton counsels Uncle Sam,
Halleck does as their adviser,
Fremont is a perfect sham.
A. W. AUNER, SONG PUBLISHER, 110 North 10th, St., ab. ARCH. Philadelphia.