Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
The Congress
By Revolutionary Songs and BalladsY
Success to George our gracious king;
The faithful subjects tribute bring
And execrate the Congress.
Some apish and pragmatic mules,
Some servile acquiescing tools,—
These, these compose the Congress.
And all the woes of life rehearse,—
Not plague, not famine, but much worse,—
He cursed us with a Congress.
Then cannons blazed with horrid roar;
We hear of blood, death, wounds and gore,
The offspring of the Congress.
Her grandeur’s hailed in verse and prose;
Venice the dregs of sea compose;
So sprung the mighty Congress.
They take their short inglorious flight,
Then sink again to native night:
An emblem of the Congress.
At their command, we fast and pray;
With worthless paper they us pay;
A fine device of Congress.
With standing armies us oppress;
Whole troops to Pluto swiftly press,
As victims to the Congress.
Who king and parliament impeach;
Seditious lessons to us teach
At the command of Congress.
The world’s amazed to see the pest
The tranquil land with wars infest;
Britannia puts them to the test,
And tries the strength of Congress.
Confound the villains by the ears;
Disperse the plebeians—try the peers,
And execute the Congress.
Bold Carleton scours the northern lawn;
The sons of faction sigh forlorn;
Dejected is the Congress.
Will soon reward our conduct true,
And to each traitor give his due;
Perdition waits the Congress.
Maraudes and ravages the coast;
Despises Lee and all his host,
That hair-brain tool of Congress.
Where Howe had one, the goose had ten—
Marched up the hill, and down again,
And sent returns to Congress.
For scenes of blood, the field of war;
To royal standard we’ll repair,
And curse the haughty Congress.
Return peace, harmony, and law!
Restore such times as once we saw
And bid adieu to Congress.