A HOT TIME AT MANILA.
Tune-"A Hot Time in the Old Town."
Written by Emmett Duffee. As sung by Duffee & Belli.
In the harbor of Manila once there was a Spanish fleet
That went up against a 'hot time,' 'twas the hottest kind of heat.
For a Yankee fleet much fleeter said, "These Spaniards are our meat.
We are hungry for a fight-these Spanish mackerel we'll eat."
By the forts they slipped that cloudy night.
in the morn the Spaniards saw a sight
That made each Spanish Man-ill-a thinking of the fight;
They had a hot time in that bay ere night.
Waved in triumph o'er those waters blue;
Every Spanish ship and Spanish crew
Was satisfied that there were some things they could do.
But 'twas no use of them trying to
When those Yankee warships opened fire.
Flames on Spanish cruisers mounted higher.
And it caused every Spanish sailor to perspire-
Twas a hot time they didn't desire
If for naval battles Spain should yearn.
How she's fixed for ships we cannot learn.
But in Manila Bay, why she had ships to burn,
And ifs now her Atlantic Beefs turn
To burn up.
If she doesn't quit in a month or so.
The Spanish language we'll miss from earth I know,
But it will! be the tongue most spoken down below.
They'll have hot times wherever they go.
There's no hope Spain's fortunes to retrieve.
If he's wise her shores he will not leave.
For we can lick those Dons from morn 'till Dewey eve,
And we'vo Sampson and Schley up our sleeve,
Old Uncle Sam Is far from being broke,
Manila cigars he's smoking, that's no joke,
And a Havana will be the next one that he'll smoke.
And the fumes may cause Blanco to choke,
Poor bloke, oh!
There are things they may forget in Spain,
Bloody deeds on her have left their stain.
But to forget one event she'll always try in vain.
She'll have cause to remember the "Maine."