[Ansteorra] Frankly, Miss Mitchelll, I don't give a damn ;o)

[susan]

Hey, Cadfan!
How are you doing?  Haven't heard from you in ages! :)

Susan

----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Peter Schorn" <peterschorn at pdq.net>
To: <ansteorra at lists.ansteorra.org>
Sent: Sunday, January 27, 2008 2:56 PM
Subject: [Ansteorra] Frankly, Miss Mitchelll, I don't give a damn ;o)


> ------------------------------
> Message: 4
> Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2008 10:52:08 EST
> From: Baronman at aol.com
> Subject: Re: [Ansteorra] knights in America
>
> There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South ...
> Here in this pretty world Gallantry took its last bow ...
> Here was the last ever to be seen of Knights and their Ladies Fair, of
> Master
> and of Slave ...
> Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered,
> a Civilization gone with the wind.
> Except in Ansteorra
>
> Baron Bors of  Lothian
> Baron Loch Soillier
> Malleus et Deus
>
> ----------------------------
> SOUTH CAROLINA GENTLEMAN.
>
> Air -" The Fine Old English Gentleman."
>
> Down in a small Palmetto State, the curious ones may find
> A ripping, tearing gentleman of an uncommon kind,
> A staggering, swaggering sort of chap who takes his whiskey straight,
> And frequently condemns his eyes to that ultimate vengeance which a
> clergyman of high standing has assured must be a sinner's fate.
> This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time.
>
> He always wears a full-dress coat pre-Adamite in cut,
> With waist-coat of the longest style through which his ruffles jut,
> Six breast-pins deck his horrid front, and on his fingers shine
> Whole invoices of diamond rings which would hardly pass muster with the
> Original Jacobs, in Chatham street, for jewels gen-u-ine,
> This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time.
>
> He chews tobacco by the pound and spits upon the floor,
> If there is not a box of sand behind the nearest door,
> And when he takes his weekly spree he clears a mighty track,
> Of every thing that bears the shape of whiskey-skin gin and sugar brandy
> sour, peach and honey, irrepressible cock-tail rum, and gum; and luscious
> apple-jack.
> This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time.
>
> He takes to euchre kindly too, and plays an awful hand,
> Especially when those he tricks, his style don't understand
> And if he wins, why then, he stoops to pocket all the stakes,
> But if he loses then he says to the unfortunate stranger who had chanced 
> to
> win "It's my opinion that you are a cursed abolitionist and if you don't
> leave South Carolina in one hour, you will be hung like a dog." But no 
> offer
> to pay his loss he makes.
> This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time.
>
> Of course he's all the time in debt to those who credit give,
> Yet manages upon the best the market yields to live,
> But if a Northern creditor asks him his bill to heed,
> This honorable gentleman instantly draws two bowie knives and a pistol, 
> dons
> a blue cockade, and declares that in consequence of the repeated 
> aggressions
> of the North and its gross violations of the Constitution, he feels that 
> it
> would utterly degrade him to pay any debt whatever; and that in fact he 
> has
> at last determined to SECEDE.
> This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time.
>
>>From "The Union Soldier's Songbook:"
> http://memory.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/r?ammem/amss:@field(DOCID+@lit(cw105580)
> )
>
> Cadfan ap Morgan Goddrudd, born in Illinois if you please, or the Land of
> Lincoln if you don't ;o)
>
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