I will not live with Uncle Sam!
I'll give the door behind a slam,
And let the world know who I am!
I've always felt a palsying shame,
That I, a bold imperial dame,
Should be compelled to live so tame.
He tells me that I can't secede,
Nor revolutionize. Indeed!
I trample under foot the creed!
A clement queen he knows I am;
I bore the crimes of Uncle Sam,
Until he proved a hopeless sham.
But now his stubborn bearing calls
For blows convincing, till he bawls,
And cries "Enough!" and overhauls
His hateful acts of forty years;
And then, with penitential tears,
Admits my right to box his ears.
My Uncle stares and calls me "fast"
And let him stare! He finds, at last,
My days of compromise are past.
The Yankees said I would not dare
To consummate the "dreadful scare;"
But now they whisper, "Oh, forbear!"
Their hair, affrighted, stands on end,
To see me bristle and defend
My rights, without a single bend.
But I will grant no peace until
Myself and boys -- By Congress Bill --
Can go just when and where we will.
I'm out of patience! -- that I am!
I'll give the door a stunning slam,
And smash the face of Uncle Sam!