Gov. Hicks

Gov. Hicks.

Mister Hicks, full of tricks,
Now prying, next time trying.
Sing hey down derry, The pits in the cherry,
Mar him, sever him, Tar him, feather him,

Drop off my arm if any harm
Comes to the city, ’twill be such a pity.
Sing hey down derry, The pits in the cherry,
Book him, hook him, Poke him, smoke him,

Burn all bridges? yes I said so,
Sell the city I did means though.
Sing hey down derry. The pits in the cherry,
Scourge him, purge him, Sour him, scour him,

Lovely creature with two faces,
Every feature works pugnacious.
Sing hey down derry, The pits in the cherry,
Lash him, smash him, Surround him, pound him,

Tell the people nought’s the matter,
Turn around and make a splatter.
Sing hey down derry, the pits in the cherry,
Lick him, kick him, Bag him, drag him,

Friend to Lincoln, sell the city,
Oh! what a shame; Oh ! what a pity.
Sing hey down derry, The pits in the cherry,
Toast him, roast him, Cut him, gut him,

Come in a carriage, like to a marriage,
Stop at the Fountain, heart like a mountain.
Sing hey down derry, The pits in the cherry,
Soil him, boil him, Strip him, whip him,

Crawl in your hole, like a black mole,
DAVIS will drive you out with a long pole.
Sing hey down derry, the pits in the cherry,
Stop him, strap him, Take him, bake him,

Come out boldly, do not falter,
Stretch out your neck and receive the halter.
Sing hey down derry, The pits in the cherry,
Maul him, haul him, Bang him, hang him,

Item Information help

  • Item ID
    bsvg100298
  • Genre
    broadsides
  • Illustrated
  • DCMI Type
    Still Image
  • Extent
    19.5 cm x 11.5 cm
  • Title
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