South Carolina Gentleman.

       AIRó 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.
 
You trace his genealogy, and not far back you'll see,
A most undoubted Octoroon or mayhap a mustee,
And if you note the shaggy locks that cluster on his
       brow,
You'll find every other hair is varied with a kink that
       seldom denotes pure Caucasian blood, but on
       the contrary, betrays an admixture with a race
       not particular popular now:
 This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present
       time.
 
 He always wears a full dress coat, pre-Adamite in
       cut.
 With waistcoat of the broadest 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 everything that bears the shape of whiskey-skin,
       gin and sugaróbrandy sour, peach, and
       honey, irrepressible cocktail, 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 stops 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 yon are a cursed Abolitionist, and if
       you don't leave South Carolina in one hour,
       yon will be hung like a dog;" but no offer
       to pay his losses 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 his 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.

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