THE MEETING ON THE BORDER.

23. December 2008 by admin.

THE civil war had just begun,
And caused much consternation,
While O. P. Morton governed one
Great State of this great nation,
So it did.

Magoffin governed old Kentuck,
And Dennison Ohio;
And no three humans had more pluck
Than this puissant trio,
So they hadn’t.

Magoffin was the leading man:
He telegraphed to Perry,
And writ, by post, to Dennison,
To meet him in a hurry,
So he did.

And Dennison and Morton too,
Believed they had good reason
To fear Magoffin sought to do
Some hellish act of treason,
So they did.

But they concluded it was best
To do as he demanded,
So they would have a chance to test
The question, “Is he candid?”
So they did.

And Morton, with some trusty chaps,
Went up to see “Meguffin;”
At 6 A. M. they took their traps,
And off they went a-puffin’,
So they did.

Magoffin 4 A. M. did fix,
By post and by the wire;
But when the hour had come–why nix
Comebraus was he–Beriah,
So he was.

And then could you have heard them swear!
Them chaps along with Perry;
They caused, and stamped, and pulled their hair,
For they were angry–very,
So they were.

And when they found that they were sold,
And saw no chance for fighting,
They took a train that they controlled,
And home they went a-kiting,
So they did.

At 2 A. M. the scamp did come,
But didn’t let them know it;
And so, at three, they started home,
And when they start, they “go it,”
So they do.

No matter what they find to do,
‘Tis done with all their power;
What other men will do in two,
They’ll do in just one hour.
So they will.

And now if they could mix his “todd,”
They’d put some pizen stuff in,
And serve their country and their God,
By killing off “Meguffin,”
So they would.

And serve the devil, too, as well,
By sending him, a traitor,
To roast eternally in hell,
As Pat would roast a tater,
So they would.

Just give them chaps a half a chance–
Let them but lay a hand on
A traitor, and he’ll have to dance,
With atmosphere to stand on.
So he will.

But those who love old Uncle Sam,
THEY love and in their greeting
They show it, and in every palm,
You feel the heart a beating.
So you do.

For patriots are brothers all–
Alike our flag they cherish;
With it, aloft, they hear the scroll’
“Let every traitor perish,”
So they do.

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