A Broadside: No. 4
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300 copies only.
Signed Jack B. Yeats.
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Bring wine, and oil, and barley cakes,
And let us lade our birch canoe,
The murmuring Mississippi breaks
Beyond the dim bayou.
Strong with the melted snows he comes.
Loudly he roars like muffled drums.
So we will launch, and fade away
Down the yellow echoing tide of his,
Past the worn bluffs of polished clay
Where keen mosquitoes whizz.
The Indian on the Rocky Alps
Will bid us hail, and spare our scalps.
For wise and old is yon Red Man
So wise and old, so bronzed, so hale;
With crimson and viridian
He streaks his coat of mail.
Reined in there, at the canyon's brim,
His pony seems a part of him.
Wolfe T. MacGowan
A pleasant new comfortable ballad upon the death of
Mr. Israel Hands, executed for piracy.
To the tune of 'I wail in woe.'
My name is Mr. Israel Hands
That here is upon the breezes stands,
I was a Pyrat on the Sea,
So, citizens, be warned by me,
O citizens! be warned by me,
I took a ship upon the sea,
I killed the captain with a knife,
Now I must end my wicked life,
They to rejoice now at this day,
Becasue that I on Tyburn tree
Do end my life by treachery,
Wolfe T. MacGowan.