How Are You, Green-backs?

H. DE MARSAN, Publisher, 54 Chatham Street, New-York.

How are you, Green-Backs?

We’re coming, Father Abram, One hundred thousand more,
Five hundred presses printing us from morn till night is o’er;
Like magic, you will see us start and scatter thro’ the land,
To pay the soldiers, or release the border Contraband:

We’re coming, Father Abram, One hundred thousand more,
And cash was ne’er so easily evok’d from rags before,
To line the fat Contractor’s purse, or purchase transport craft..
Whose rotten hulks shall sink before the winds begin to waft:

We’re coming, Father Abram, One hundred thousand more,
I hope a present blessing, though perhaps a future foe;
The simple terms on which we come, are hardly worth a fuss;
Now, Abe, as we may Father you, I hope you’ll Father us:

We’re willing. Father Abram, One hundred thousand more
Should help our Uncle Samuel to prosecute the war;
But then we want a Chieftain true, one who can lead the van;
Geo. B McClellan, you all know, he is the very man.

We’re coming, Father Abram, One hundred thousand more,
To march with gleaming bayonets, upon the Traitor’s shore;
But you must give us Generals on whom we can depend,
And not let paper General drive off.. our faithful men:

We’re coming, Father Abram. Nine hundred thousand strong,
With nine hundred thousand darkies, sure the Traitors can’tlast long,
With Corporal Cuff and Sergeant Pomp to lead us in the melee,
And at their head, without a red, Our Brigadier General Greely:

We’re coming, Father Abram. Nine hundred thousand more,
With the greatest fighting Hero, that lives upon our shore;
He fought in all the battles won, and shed his blood most freely,
But he’s fought them with the Tribune, and his name is Gen’l Greely.

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