Who are the men that clamor most <br />Against the war, its cause and cost, <br />And who Jeff Davis sometimes toast? <br />The Copperheads. <br /> <br />Who, when by wretched whiskey tight, <br />Hiss out in rage their venomed spite, <br />Who crawl and sting, but never fight? <br />The Copperheads. <br /> <br />Who hold peace meetings, where they pass <br />Lengthy resolves of wind and gas, <br />Much like the bray of Balaam's ass? <br />The Copperheads. <br /> <br />Who, when false faction is forgot, <br />When patriots keep a common thought, <br />Have discord and dissension taught? <br />The Copperheads. <br /> <br />Who swear by bondage, and would see <br />Rather their country lost than free, <br />Who dread the name of Liberty? <br />The Copperheads. <br /> <br />Who hate a freedom-loving press, <br />The truth, and all who it profess, <br />Who don't believe in our success? <br />The Copperheads. <br /> <br />And who, when Right has won the day, <br />Will take their slimy selves away, <br />And in their dirty holes will stay? <br />The Copperheads. <br /> <br />And who will be the hiss and scorn <br />Of generations yet unborn, <br />Hated, despised, disgraced, forlorn? <br />The Copperheads.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-copperheads/
