William Price

Milliam price.

Your sharp Treason Bill, Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
Your sharp Treason Bill, Wm. Price,
Is a capital ruse
To put a tight noose
On the people, while quiet as mice, Wm. Price,
On the people, while quiet as mice.

Now’s the time to get power, Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
Now’s the time to get power, Wm. Price,
The Federal arms
Have removed your alarms;
And Seward will give you advice, Wm. Price,
And Seward will give you advice.

Every dog has his day, Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
Every dog hag his day, Wm. Price,
And your Know Nothing crew,
Shrieking “Red, White and Blue,”
Seize office by Union device, Wm. Price,
Seize office by Union device.

Why so hard on the South, Wm. Price, Wm. Price?
Why so hard on the South, Wm. Price?
She’s built Baltimore up,
She has sweetened your cup;
And given you many things nice, Wm. Price,
And given you many things nice.

And now you would crush her, Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
And now you would crush her, Wm. Price,
And burn her fair homes,
And spires and domes;
And take all her cotton and rice, Wm. Price,
And take all her cotton and rice.

And deluge her fields, Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
And deluge her fields, Wm. Price,
With the bright crimson flow,
Of her children laid low,
On her generous soil, cold as ice, Wm. Price,
On her generous soil, cold as ice.

Why strike hands with the North? Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
Why strike hands with the North? Wm. Price,
“When the law they o’er ride,
In their wrath and their pride;”
To compel, where they once could entice, Wm. Price,
To compel, where they once could entice.

Has the South got no rights? Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
Has the South got no rights? Wm. Price,
Are all to be crushed,
And their sympathies hushed,
Who think the two sections won’t splice? Wm. Price,
Who think the two sections won’t splice.

Why punch us so hard? Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
Why punch us so hard? Wm. Price,
You cared not for law
When the “Natives” made war
On the ballot-box here so nice, Wm. Price,
On the ballot-box here so nice

But now you’re for law, Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
But now you’re for law. Wm. Price,
Your harsh Treason Bill,
Shows a heart and a will,
To hang us all up in a trice, Wm. Price,
To hang us all up in a trice.

You’d send us to jail, Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
You’d send us to jail, Wm. Price,
Should we venture to send,
To a sick Southern friend,
A pain-killer soothing and nice, Wm. Price,
A pain-killer soothing and nice.

And the Mother you’d fine, Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
And the Mother you’d fine, Wm. Price,
Who would send to her Son,
Keeping guard at Bull Run;
A pair of yarn socks warm and nice, Wm. Price,
A pair of yarn socks warm and nice.

You’d make it a crime, Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
You’d make it a crime, Wm. Price,
For a sister to send,
To a brother or friend;
Little dainties, all flavoured with spice, Wm. Price,
Little dainties all flavoured with spice.

And the little sweetheart, Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
And the little sweetheart, Win. Price,
Would you send her to jail,
All so pensive and pale
For sending things South once or twice, Wm. Price,
For sending things South once or twice.

And your own flesh and blood, Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
And your own flesh and blood, Wm. Price,
If the hanging’s begun,
There’s your own “Rebel” son
Who may die by his father’s device, Wm. Price,
Who may die by his father’s device.

Pray make no more laws, Wm. Price, Wm. Price,
Pray make no more laws, Wm. Price,
Rather drop the Old State
On the federal plate
Than squeeze us to death in your vice, Wm. Price,
Than squeeze us to death in your vice.

Item Information help

  • Item ID
    bsvg601728
  • Genre
    broadsides
  • Illustrated
  • DCMI Type
    Still Image
  • Extent
    39 cm x 10 cm
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