William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
French ClaimT
A flaw in his treaty the deputies found:
’Twas all about twenty-five millions of francs,
Which he had agreed to pay Jonathan down.
Ri tu, di nu, di nu, di nu, ri tu, di ni nu, ri ni, di nu, ri na.
That he should the money to Jonathan pass,
To hand over the deputies wasn’t inclined,
And they said, “They’d be shot if they’d furnish the brass.”
Ri tu, &c.
That the king, himself, was concern’d in the job:
And they’d no doubt, if the money was paid,
’Twould half of it rest in his majesty’s fob.
Ri tu, &c.
As you well may suppose, he was desperate mad;
For, says he, when a fellow has made a fair trade,
To “dodge the question” was rather too bad.
Ri tu, &c.
Until he vow’d by the great horn spoon,
Unless they did the thing that was right,
He’d give them a licking, and that pretty soon.
Ri tu, &c.
They thought it was best a new course to take;
And they said, “They’d pay the bill, interest and all,
If Jonathan an apology would make.”
Ri tu, &c.
He vow’d up and down that he never would do it;
And I don’t think that there’s any one here,
But would sooner lose all than he shouldn’t stick to it.
Ri tu, &c.
In such a bad cause their blood to spill:
If they are, I can tell ’em, betwixt you and me,
When the Yankees get fighting, they “go it to kill.”
Ri tu, &c.
They’ll find themselves in a pretty hubbub:
For if we don’t get justice without,
We’ll face the chaps with a hickory club.
Ri tu, &c.
Without any nonsense I’ll say what I mean—
“If you only just knew what ‘critturs’ we be,
You’d just as leave fight an Infernal Machine.”
Ri tu, &c.