Chapter 10 SONNIT

Onto a Soldier, wich wuz wunst a Dimekrat, but is now a howlin Ablishnist, wich I saw a limpin about on one Leg, hevin left the other at Anteetam.

Bloo-koted monster! thou wentest forth

Armed with thy rifle and sharp-pinted bayonet,

Whose peeked eend with Southern blood is wet:

I hate thee, tool and minyun uv the North!

Thou wast a Dimekrat: them kote and pants,

The wavin flag, the gun with peeked eend,

Turned yoo into a Abolishn feend,

Who sucked the blood uv Dimekratic saints.

Monster unnachral! by niggerism hatched,

Thousands and more uv Dimokrats yoo've slain,

Who'll never rally to the poles again

To vote, ez wunst they did, a tikkit all unskratched.

Avant! the work yoo did our party is undoin:

To us yoor kote uv bloo is jest bloo rooin!