To Sauerwein
To Sauerwein | |
By a member of the Baltimore Corn Exchange, 1862
| The Union men have left the floor, Sauerwein! Poor "Sour Wine!" They will vote you soon a horrid bore; Sauerwein! Poor "Sour Wine!" Is not the subject rather sore? You Union men of Baltimore Will rob the rich and grind the poor; Sauerwein! Poor "Sour Wine!" | 2. I see the knave upon thy cheek, Sauerwein! Poor "Sour Wine!" I know you're both cowardly and weak; Sauerwein! Poor "Sour Wine!" In crushing each Secession freak, In spite of U. S. contracts sleek, You prove yourself a Yankee sneak; Sauerwein! Poor "Sour Wine!" |
| 3. I kinder guess you think you're some, Sauerwein! Poor "Sour, Wine!" But, " Pete," you ought to go to hum; Sauerwein! Poor "Sour Wine!" When in the new Exchange you come, Surrounded by your Northern scum, Oh! won't you strike Secession dumb: Sauerwein! Poor "Sour Wine!" |