%images; ]> scsm-000044 Greenbacks : new song for the times ; sung by Bryant's Minstrels / words and music by Dan D. Emmett, author of Dixie's land, High daddy, &c. &c. ...: a machine readable transcription. STERN COLLECTION OF LINCOLNIANA, Library of Congress Selected and converted. American Memory, Library of Congress.

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Green-Backs.

How are you Green-backs ten or twenty! Four forty on the turnpike gate; How are you Father Abra'm? From one to five, I have got plenty! Then while we sing, the heel tap ring And the banjo sounds like a jim-jam. Five dollars now is quite a sum, too, Four forty on the turnpike gate, How are you Father Abra'm? Gold is worth more than what it comes to! Then while we sing the heel-tap ring, And the banjo sounds like a jim-jam.

Chorus: Look to the East, look to the west, Look way over dar, The railroad leads to the cookoo's nest, Then jump on board the car; So good bye to the fair sex And the thing call'd a green back “Over the left” we're a coming Three hundred million more!

Government wheels scream out, while turning, “More soap! to keep the “Ex” from burning!” Now Chase he is a clever laddy, But Father Abra'm is his daddy.

If you've sore eyes and can't endure 'em, Look at the “Greenbacks:” that will cure 'em; Hard times is nothing but a scare-crow, For Greenback “money makes the mare go!”

Wall Street is but a small plantation, Too small to ever rule the nation; Old Father Abe dont care about it, He gets on very well without it.

Three hundred dollars is a “clean” tax, When one has pockets lined with Greenbacks; But when this war comes to an ending, Some characters will need some mending!!