Background on the Money Question, Part Two

 

 

1. We’re coming father A-bram, one hundred thousand more
Five hundred presses printing us from morn till night is o’er
Like Maggie you will see us start and scatter thro’ the land
To pay the soldiers or release the border contraband

with our "promise to pay" How are you Secretary Chase?
promise to pay, oh dat’s what’s de matter

2. We’re coming, Father A-bram, one hundred thousand more
And cash was never so easily e-voked from rags before
To line the fat contractor’s purse, or purchase transport craft
whose rotten hulks shall sink before the winds begin to waft

With our promise to pay, "how are you Gideon Welles Esquire"?
Promise to pay, Oh! Can’t you fix the date?

 

3. We’re coming, Father A-bram, One hundred thousand more
I hope a present blessing
though perhaps a future foe
The sinple terms on which we come, are hardly worth a fuss
Now Abe, as we may father you, we hope you’ll father us

With your promise to pay, How are you cousin postage stamps
Promise to pay--no more Rappahannock’s

 

4. We’re willing, Father A-bram, one hundred thousand more
Should help our Uncle Samuel to Prosecute the war
But then we wnt a chieftan true, one who can lead the van
Geo. B McClellan, you all know, he is the very man

With his Potomac Army Grand, Peace once more will smile on us
With his Potomac Army Grand, Three Cheers for little Mac

 

5. We’re coming, Father A-bram, One hundred thousand more
To march with gleaming bayonets upon the traitor’s shore
But you must give us generals on whom we can depend
And not let paper generals, drive off our faithful men

With our promise to pay, How are you "bull Run Russell"
Promise to pay"--"Pop goes the weasel."

 

6. We’re coming, Father A-bram, Nine hundred thousand strong
With nine hundred thousand darkies, sure the traitors can’t last long
With Corporal Cuff, and Sergeant Pomp, to lead us in the melee
And at their hed, without a red, Our Brigadier General Greely

With our promise to pay, How are you "Greely’s subscription list"
Promise to pay--"Nip up de dooden doo."

 

7. We’re coming, Father A-bram, Nine hundred thousand more
With the greatest fighting hero, that lives upon our shore
We fought in all the battles won, and shed his blood most freely
But he’s fought them all with the Tribune, and his name in Gen’l Greely

With out promise to pay, How are you, "black Brigade"
Promise to pay--three cheers for Father Abe!