WHOOP! the Doodles have broken loose, Roaring round like the very deuce! Lice of Egypt, a hungry pack, -- After 'em, boys, and drive 'em back. Bull-dog, terrier, cur, and fice, Back to the beggarly land of ice; Worry 'em, bite 'em, scratch and tear Everybody and everywhere. Old Kentucky is caved from under, Tennessee is split asunder, Alabama awaits attack, And Georgia bristles up her back. Old John Brown is dead and gone! Still his spirit is marching on, -- Lantern-jawed, and legs, my boys, Long as an ape's from Illinois! Want a weapon? Gather a brick, Club or cudgel, or stone or stick; Anything with a blade or butt, Anything that can cleave or cut. Anything heavy, or hard, or keen! Any sort of slaying machine! Anything with a willing mind, And the steady arm of a man behind. Want a weapon? Why, capture one! Every Doodle has got a gun, Belt, and bayonet, bright and new; Kill a Doodle, and capture two! Shoulder to shoulder, son and sire! All, call all! to the feast of fire! Mother and maiden, and child and slave, A common triumph or a single grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: MY EPITAPH by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY STANE STREET by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LOVE IS MASTER STILL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |