Ransom Mack Poem, undated
Friend Anderson Theres whats the mater
The states of the union have sent souldiers down south
To clean out the rebels and shut up their mouth
For they all got saucy and finaly agreed
It would be a fine thing for them to secede
and thats whats the mater
We once was a nation united and strong
But curse the rebellion now evry things wrong
When they fired fort sumpter they poisoned their flesh
But the dogs most dead and his name is sesesh
and thats whats the mater
Short life to Jeff davis if ever hes caught
May he hang by his heels til he dies on the spot
May the vulture the eagle regardless of souls
Dig out his eyes and shit in the holes
and thats whats the mater
Open a earth and receive the insane
Who created this war to cruel to name
May the spirits of our men that in battle has fell
Smile on the buternuts that are kicking in hell
and thats whats the mater
To lazy to labor they will twist and will turn
And compel the poor negro their living to earn
They will buy him they will sell him a curse such a cause
That gets its support from a poor negroes paws
and thats whats the mater
To hell with them all and there let them wail
The devil may have them without giving bail
The sun will shine brighter the earth produce more
When these rebil devils are laid in their gore
and thats whats the mater /
What are they, who are they, o I [ink blot] tell
They are imps of the devil on a furlow from hell
But their stay uppon earth will be a mere sham
For the yankees will kill them and who cares a dam
and thats whats the mater
They keep plenty of negroes and plenty of dogs
The one to raise coton the other to catch hogs
But since we come here theyv no use for their dogs
For unkle sams souldiers has killed all their hogs
and thats whats the mater
The battle of Corinth and iuka also
Will long be remembered by our southern foe
And the few that were left the story to tell
Saved their old bacon by runing like hell
and thats whats the mater
Now heres death to each rebel wherever found
May he never be buried but rot above ground
For the oath weve taken if I mistake not
Is to make them all shit or get off of the pot
and thats whats the mater
Wel right and left all when this war it is oer
And return to our friends who our absence has bore
And there in contentment with hearts that are free
Wel wind up our souldering in a hell of a spree
and thats whats the mater
Composed By Ransom Mack Co G 48 Reg
Ind Vol
From Ransom Mack To Noah Anderson
anderson I hope that my letter will find you and
your family well yours truly
Ransom Mack
DATABASE CONTENT
| (6945) | DL0987.017 | 74 | Letters | 186X |
Tags: African Americans, Anger, Battle of Fort Sumter, Cotton, Death (Military), Jefferson Davis, "Rebels" (Unionist opinions of), Secession, Siege of Corinth, Slavery, Unionism
People - Records: 2
SOURCES
Ransom Mack Poem, undated, DL0987.017, Nau Collection
