2.
"Just roll that nigger out of court!"
The Judge exclaimed with solemn port;
"I tell you very truly now,
Nigs at the bar I won't allow!"
At a Copperhead meeting the crier
Paused an instant to hear his gun fire;
The cannon was loaded, and when it exploded,
Said he—"List to the voice of our sire!"
There was old party named M———,
Who went from bad doctrines to worse.
If at law he should see his name prefaced by re,
It will show what he should feel; this M———.
There was a small Cozening shyster;
Said he, "Every case is an eyester;
Give the parties the shells if you can, and nought else,
Unless the Court tips you a hi-ster."
There's a man at the Bar who, we know,
Is in politics terribly low;
For he keeps in the clubs the secessional cubs,
Who in propria persona can't go.
There's a very bad-minis-trator,
A très petite pomme de tater,
Who tears feelings to rags, presenting of flags;
This oily old adminis-traitor.
There's a wide-awake Copperhead cratur',
Who is Eli by name and by natur';
Displaying for one neither fashion nor ton,
This un-national nativist traitor.