A HUNDRED thousand Northmen, In glittering war array, Shout, "Onward now to Richmond! We'll brook no more delay; Why give the traitors time and means To fortify the way With stolen guns, in ambuscades? Oh! answer us, we pray." Chorus of Chieftains -- You must wait for the wagons, The real army wagons, The fat contract wagons, Bought in the red-tape way. Now, if for army wagons, Not for compromise you wait, Just ask them of the farmers Of any Union state; And if you need ten thousand, Sound, sound, though second-hand, You'll find upon the instant A supply for your demand. Chorus -- No! wait for the wagons, The new army wagons, The fat contract wagons, Till the fifteenth of July. No swindling fat contractors Shall block the people's way, Nor rebel compromisers -- 'T is treason's reckoning day. Then shout again our war-cry, To Richmond onward move! We now can crush the traitors, And that we mean to prove! Chorus -- No! wait for the wagons, The fat contract wagons; If red-tape so wills it, Wait till the Judgment-day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PORTENT by HERMAN MELVILLE SONNET: 94 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA by PHILLIS WHEATLEY MEMORY by AMANDA LUELLA BARLOW GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 4 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |