Uncle Sam's Song to Miss Texas.

17

AT THE WHITE HOUSE.

TUNE -- "Yankee Doodle."

Walk in my tall haired Indian gal,
Your hand, my star-eyed Texas,
You're welcome to our White House hall,
Tho' Mexy's hounds would vex us;
Come on an' take some Johnny cake,
With lasses snug an' coodle,
For that an' Independence make,
A full blood Yankee Doodle.

Chorus -- Yankee Doodle is the word,
Surpassin' all creation,
With the pipe or with the sword,
It makes us love our nation.

My overseer, young Jimmy Polk,
Shall show you all my nieces,
An' then the cabinet we'll smoke,
Until our eagle sneezes;
If Johnny Bull's fat greedy boys,
About our union grumble,
I'll kick up sich a tarnal noise,
'Twill make 'em feel quite humble.

Yankee Doodle, &c.

If Mexy, back'd by secret foes,
Still talks of taken you, gal,
Why we can lick 'em all, you know,
An' then annex 'em too, gal;
For Freedom's great millenium,
Is working airth's salvation,
Her sassy kingdom soon will come,
Annexin' all creation.

Singing Yankee Doodle, &c.