Jeff Davis' Dream
H. DE MARSAN , Publisher, 54 Chatham Street. New-York.
JEFF DAVIS’S DREAM.
T’was one Winter’s night, Jeff Davis he lay,
Resting his weary head.
Strange stories to tell the Devil appeared,
And unto Jeff Davis he said-said-said,
And unto Jeff Davis he said:
If you’ll sell me your soul, I’ll make you a King
Of the Southern Confederacy.
It’s a go, said old Jeff, almost out of breath;
A man of my word I will be-be-be,
A man of my word I will be.
Then, came Beauregard, and Davis then said:
A Commander and Chief you shall be:
Of my forces on land you shall be in command,
And have privateers on the sea-sea-sea,
And have privateers on the sea.
The next one was Floyd, with his roguish look;
He wantedto be Sec-re-tar-ree;
But Davis said: no, indeed it’s no go;
You can’ handle no silver for me-me-me,
You can’ handle no silver for me.
The Devil he came and asked for his claim
Davis could scarcely tell what to do.
Said the Devil: make haste, I’ve no time to waste;
For, Old Nick he is waiting for you-you-you,
For, Old Nick he is waiting for you.