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TRIP TO CAMBRIDGE.
Says she, " Our brindle has just calved, And John is wondrous happy.
He sent this present to you, dear, As you're the ' country's papa.' "—
" You'll butter bread and bread butter, But do not butt your speeches.
" You'll butter bread and bread butter, But do not grease your breeches."
Full many a child went into camp, All dressed in homespun kersey,
To see the greatest rebel scamp That ever cross'd o'er Jersey.
The rebel clowns, oh ! what a sight!
Too awkward was their figure. 'Twas yonder stood a pious wight,
And here and there a nigger.
Upon a stump, he placed (himself,)
Great Washington did he, And through the nose of lawyer Closea
Proclaimed great Liberty."