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.”
But before they had proceeded very far with their song, every lad in the wagon was on his feet, and the Terrapin war was drowned out by the lusty singing of:—
“Firm as our native hills we stand,
And should the lords of Europe land,