How Are You, Maximilian?

A. W. AUNER, SONG PUBLISHER, N. E. Cor. 11th, & MARKET, PHILADA. PA.

How are you, MaxiMilian? Or. Off for Mexico.

Now, “Uncle Sam” has done his work,
(He’s always wide awake),
He’d better go to Mexico,
A little “Nap” to take;
And let the wily Frenchman see,
He cannot play his pranks,
Upon our friends the Mexicans,
Nor yet upon the Yanks.

We have a doctrine in our land,
We call it the “Monroe”:
From it Napoleon can tell,
Just how far he can go;
He has a knack of writing books,
(Let him to that adhere,)
For though he writes, he cannot play
The part of seiz-er, here.

There’s Maximilian who has proved
Himself a perfect ape,
And let the Frenchman draw him on
Into a dreadful serape;
He’d better “pack his traps” and move, And that right quickly too,
Or he will find what “Yankee lads”
And “Johnny Rebs” can do.

Though Yanks and Rebs have fought awhile,
Their quarrel now is done;
And Maximilian will find out
That they again are one;
And let this maxim prove its truth,
As homeward he doth rush,
“A bird in hand is always worth
A couple in the bush.”

A. W. AUNER’S PRINTING OFFICE, N. E. COR. ELEVENTH & MARKET, PHILADA.

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