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176 NEW BALLAD OF LORD LOVELL.
" I like the drinks at St. Charles's Hotel, But I never could bear strong Porter,
Especially when it's served on the shell, Or mixed in an iron mortar." ,
" I reckon you 're right," Sir Farragut said,
" I reckon you 're right," said he, M For if my Porter should fly to your head,
A terrible smash there 'd be."
Oh ! a wonder it was to see them run,
A wonderful thing to see, And the Yankees sailed up without shooting a gun,
And captured their great citie.
Lord Lovell kept running all day and night,
Lord Lovell a-running kept he, For he swore he could n't abide the sight
Of the gun of a live Yankee.
When Lord Lovell's life was brought to a close By a sharp-shooting Yankee gunner,
From his head there sprouted a red, red nose, From his feet — a Scarlet Runner.