To James T. Franey Esq.
"Jeff Davis' Dream" (21 Nov 1862)
A serio comic song
Written & composed by Bernard Covert

Boston: Henry Tolman & Co., 291 Washington St.
Plate No. 2937
[Source: 200000922@Loc/IHAS-CWM]

1.
Jeff Davis awoke one morn from a dream,
A horrible dream, a horrible dream;
He jump'd out of bed with a terrible scream,
A terrible scream gave he.
He dream'd that a mudsill stood close by his bed,
In the garb of a Zouave in flannel red.
With a noose made of hemp, slipping over his head
Saying come along traitor with me.

2.
Jeff Davis he stared, he trembled and shook;
He was mightily scared and by friends all forsook;
For a very long passage he knew he was booked,
He knew he was booked did he.
He stood all aghast, as he viewed a strange scrawl
It was the hand writing he had seen on the wall,
Predicting at once succession's downfall,
What a mighty great fall said he.

3.
Dear Yancy, Cobb, Benjamin, Thompson and Floyd;
Your hearts are as pure as the gold unalloyed;
But I verily fear we shall all be destroyed,
And I'm greatly annoyed said he.
Of our villainous doings I know you won't preach;
For thirty long yearssecession we've preached,
And we never stole anything our of our reach,
Quite out of out reach said he.

4.
Old England and France, their gold did advance,
For tobacco and cotton they wanted a chance,
To break the blockade they promised their aid,
They were not afraid not they.
But the Yankees by magic they sent down a fleet,
And closed all our rivers and harbors complete
And caused us too often to beat a retreat,
And suffer defeat said he.

5.
Our northern seccessioners made us believe
They'd be with us, fight with us, never deceive,
But their cowardly hearts have caused us to grieve,
Have caused us to grieve, said he.
Both England and France they now look askance
To aid us they've not even broken a lance
Those big bullies have left us on nothing to dance.
On nothing to dance said he.

6.
Ye fools of ambition take heed of my fate;
Once proud my postition of power and estate;
Had I remained loyal, I might still have been great
I deserve the world's hate, said he;
My countrymen all, take warning by me;
Stand by the old flag and true liberty
Prosperous, glorious and honored. you'll be,
In spite of the world said he.