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[Fwd: MIL: " My Maryland" parody (Antietam #4)]

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  • Bill and Glenna Jo Christen
    Message 1 of 1 , Aug 11, 2002
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      > LOUISVILLE DAILY JOURNAL, October 6, 1862.
      >
      > " MY MARYLAND". - Most of our readers have head of this famous rebel
      > song, but few of them perhaps have read it. Here it is, slightly altered to
      > suit "the situation" :
      >
      > MY MARYLAND.
      >
      > The rebel feet are on our shore,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > I smell 'em half a mile and more,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > Their shoeless hordes are at my door,
      >
      > Their drunken Generals on my floor,
      >
      > What now can sweeten Baltimore?
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > Hark to our nose's dire appeal,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > Oh, unwashed rebs, to you we kneel,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > If you can't purchase soap, oh steal
      >
      > That precious article - I feel
      >
      > Like scratching from the head to heel.
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > You're covered thick with mud and dust,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > As though you'd been upon a bust,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > Remember, it is scarcely just
      >
      > To have a filthy fellow thrust
      >
      > Before us, till he's been scrubb'd fust,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > I see no blush upon thy cheek,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > It's not been washed for many a week,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > To get thee clean - 'tis truth I speak -
      >
      > Would dirty every stream and creek
      >
      > >From Potomac to Chesapeake,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > Thou wilt not yield the Yankee toll,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > Nor stoop to honor's stern control,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > Better to murder, rob and roll
      >
      > In gutters, vanquished by the bowl,
      >
      > THAN ELEVATE THE SOUTHERN SOUL,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > Come, 'tis the ruddy dawn of day,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > So scratch yourselves and haste away,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > I cannot ask ye, rebs, to stay,
      >
      > For Burnside's coming up this way,
      >
      > And there would be the devil to pay,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > Go - you have stolen shoes quite strong,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > Stealing, my rebs, is very wrong,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > But you were such a ragged throng,
      >
      > Hatless and breechless - go along,
      >
      > And let me sing in peace my song,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > I hear brave Burnside's fife and drum,
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > Newburn and Roanoke prove him some.
      >
      > Maryland! My Maryland!
      >
      > He'll give you fits, you trait'rous scum.
      >
      > He'll send to you to the world to come,
      >
      > Send you to ---- , your native "hum"
      >
      > Not Maryland! Not Maryland!
      >
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