46 THE rOGY DAYS AND NOW 



So the grand old South long had stood, 

 Its great branches were spreading wide, 



A brother's axe hath cut it down, 

 And e'en prostrate they still deride. 



Nor spared in hatred, yet pursue. 

 E'en in defeat they still would vex, 



And seek to hoist an accursed race 

 To place their feet upon our necks. 



They shirked the slave off on us, 

 Because they could not make him pay. 



Then again they were dissatified. 

 Have robbed us, stolen them away. 



In their zeal, 'twas " snake in the grass ; " 

 We do not speak in hate or spletn, 



We do not wish the Yankees harm. 

 We do not think they all are mean. 



They made their money out of us, 

 We hewed the wood, drawed the water; 



Oar good friends when served their ends. 

 Gave big end in every barter. 



Now we are glad the negro's free, 

 Tho' 'twas hard at first to swallow, 



Has broken up old fogy plans, 

 In which we were want to wallow. 



Now we grow, even more than they. 

 And in progression shall compete ; 



We'll make our cotton into cloth. 

 Thus their own plans will defeat. 



The South will run her factories, 



Run them for all the money's worth ; 



Tariff paid them will keep at home. 

 We will have the new South henceforth. 



