Old Abe's Lament

Old Abe’s Lament.

Jeff Davis is coming, Oh! dear, Oh! dear,
Jeff Davis is coming, Oh! dear;
I dare not stir out for I feel very queer,
Jeff Davis is coming, Oh! dear.

I fain would go home without shedding a tear
About Davis in taking the president’s chair;
But I dare not attempt it, Oh! dear, Oh! dear,
I’ m afraid he will “hang” me, Oh! dear.

I tried to deceive them, Oh! dear, Oh! dear,
How hard I did strive, Oh! dear;
But it was of no use, as it seems very clear,
Now that Davis is coming, Oh! dear.

Then I tried to coerce them, Oh! dear, Oh! dear,
With thousands of troops far and near;
But they joiued me for bread, not for “Union” I fear,
And they hate me the worse, Oh! dear,

Then I tried to blockade them, Oh! dear, Oh! dear,
With a fleet true and steady, Oh! dear;
But England says No! and is coming ’tis clear,
For it is not “effective,” Oh! dear, Oh! dear.

I would renounce all honours, Oh! dear,
And try to get home as I came,
But I dare not stir out for I feel very queer,
For Davis is coming, Oh! dear.

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  • Item ID
    bsvg200500
  • Genre
    broadsides
  • Illustrated
  • DCMI Type
    Still Image
  • Extent
    20.5 cm x 12.5 cm
  • Title
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