When Jefferson Davis and his rebel host
Shall arrive, by and by, at the gates of the lost,
I’ll meet, and assign them a place near my throne,
And Davis and Floyd shall be stars in my crown;
But this wretched crew to the ditch I’ll consign,
For, though true to my cause, I cannot call them mine.”
Just then came a messenger hastily down,
And called out, “Your Majesty’s wanted up town;
For another large batch of the peace-shrieking crew
Have come sneaking down here and are asking for you.”