Begone, Sesesh! I bid thee begone from me!
Begone, Sesesh! you’d better make haste and flee!
Long time you have been bullying here,
And fain would Union kill;
But, we all now swear,
You never shall have your will!
Old Sesesh! I’ve known you in days gone by,
Old Sesesh! you wanted to _nul-li-fy_!
Long time ago you badgered us,
And tried, the land to rule,
But we flogged you well with a _Hickory_ rod,
In brave old Jackson’s school!
Begone, Sesesh! in South Carolina rest!
Begone, Sesesh! the snake is your proper crest!
We’ve found out all your snakish ways,
And drawn your serpent teeth,
And wherever the foot of Freedom falls,
Your head shall lie beneath!
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The Patriot’s Serenade.