Huzza for the flag of the free!"
I cannot say who was the author of these stanzas, but am compelled to admit that I should keep exceedingly dark on the subject, if I were the author.
Another fragment (even worse than that already quoted) ran:
"Father Neptune, he is jolly,
Drink, lads, drink away!
Father Nep. hates melancholy,
Joy reigns at the bottom of the say.
"Drink, lads, drink, for Union,
The old flag must have sway,
Father Nep. hates communion,