We all loved Hood; he was such a clever fellow, and a good man.
Well, Yank, why don't you come on and take us?
We are ready to play quits now.

We have not anything to let you have, you know; but you can parole us, you know; and we'll go home and be good boys, you know;-- good Union boys, you know; and we'll be sorry for the war, you know; and we wouldn't have the negroes in any way, shape, form, or fashion, you know; and the American continent has no north, no south, no east, no west--boohoo, boohoo, boohoo.
Tut, tut, Johnny; all that sounds tolerable nice, but then you might want some favor from Uncle Sam, and the teat is too full of milk at the present time for us to turn loose.

It's a sugar teat, Johnny, and just begins to taste sweet; and, besides, Johnny, once or twice you have put us to a little trouble; we haven't forgot that; and we've got you down now--our foot is on your neck, and you must feel our boot heel.

We want to stamp you a little--"that's what's the matter with Hannah." And, Johnny, you've fought us hard.

You are a brave boy; you are proud and aristocratic, Johnny, and we are going to crush your cursed pride and spirit.