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GREAT Washington, thou mighty son of Mars,
 Thou thund’ring hero of the rebel wars !
 Accept our thanks for all thy favors past;
 Our special thanks await thee for the last.
Thy proclamation, timely to command
 The cattle to be fatten’d round the land,
 Bespeaks thy generosity, and shows
 A charity that reaches to thy foes !
And was this order issued for our sakes,
 To treat us with roast beef and savory steaks ?
 Or was it for thy rebel train intended ?
 Give ’em the hides, and let their shoes be mended;
Tho’ shoes are what they seldom wear of late;
 ‘Twould load their nimble feet with too much weight !
 And for the beef – there needs no puffs about it;
 In short, they must content themselves without it.
We, to reward you for your care and pains,
 Will visit soon your crowded stalls and plains;
 And for your pamper’d cattle write, at large,
 With bloody bayonets, a full discharge.
We know that we light bobs are tough and hardy,
 And at a push you’ll never find us tardy,
 We have a stomach both for beef and battle;
 So, honest whigs, once more, feed well your cattle.
Obey your chiefs command, and then, ’tis plain,
 We cannot want for beef the next campaign !
 And if we want for fighting, be it known,
 The fault, good neighbors, shall be your own !
 
 