HUZZA for our liberty, boys, These are the days of our glory -- The days of true national joys, When terrapins gallop before ye! There's Porter and Grundy and Rhea, In Congress who manfully vapor, Who draw their six dollars a day, And fight bloody battles on paper! Ah! this is true Terrapin war. Poor Madison the tremors has got, 'Bout this same arming the nation; Too far to retract, he cannot Go on -- and he loses his station. Then bring up your "regulars," lads, In "attitude" nothing ye lack, sirs, Ye'll frighten to death the Danads, With fire-coals blazing aback, sirs! Oh, this is true Terrapin war! As to powder and bullets and swords, For, as they were never intended, They're a parcel of high-sounding words, But never to action extended. Ye must frighten the rascals away, In "rapid descent" on their quarters; Then the plunder divide as ye may, And drive them headlong in the waters Oh, this is great Terrapin war! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VAMPIRE by RUDYARD KIPLING POOR [OR, COCK] ROBIN by MOTHER GOOSE THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY POLITICAL GREATNESS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LACHRYMAE MUSARUM (THE DEATH OF TENNYSON) by WILLIAM WATSON CAVALRY CROSSING A FORD by WALT WHITMAN |