DAN BRYANT'S Popular comic Song HOW ARE YOU GREEN-BACKS! AS SUNG BY HIM with immense Success at
[lithograph of paper money]
BRYANT'S MINSTRELS, ALSO BY MRS. JOHN WOOD, in the grand Fairy Extravaganza "Fair One with the Golden Locks."
[illegible. Broadway, N.Y.]
Words by E. Bowers, Esq. Arranged by Chas. Glover.
NEW YORK. PUBLISHED BY WM. A. POND & CO. 547 Broadway
BOSTON. O. Ditson & Co., ALBANY. J.H. Hidley. BUFFALO. Blodgett & Bradford. MILWAUKEE. H.N. Hempsted.
Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1863 in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the No. District of N.Y.
HOW ARE YOU GREEN-BACKS. Words by E. Bowers. Arr. by Charles Glover.
1. We're coming, Father Abram, One hundred thousand more, Five hundred presses printing us from morn till night is o'er; Like
2. We're coming, Father Abram, One hundred thousand more, And cash was ne'er so easily evok'd from rags before; To
magic, you will see us start and scatter thro' the land To
line the fat contractors purse, or purchase transport craft Whose
pay the soldiers or release the border contraband, With our promise to pay. "How are you Secretary Chase"?
rotten hulks shall sink before the winds begin to waft, With our promises to pay, "How are you Gideon Welles, Esquire"?
Promise to pay, Oh! dat's what's de matter.
Promise to pay, Oh! can't you fix the date?
3. We're coming, Father Abram, one hundred thousand more, I hope a present blessing, though perhaps a future foe; The simple terms on which we come, are hardly worth a fuss, Now, Abe, as we may father you, I hope you'll Father us,
Chorus. With your promise to pay, How are you "Cousin Postage Stamps" Promise to pay--No more Rappahannock's.
4. We're willing, Father Abram, one hundred thousand more Should help our Uncle Samuel to prosecute the war, But then we want a chieftain true, one who can lead the van, Geo. B. Mc Clellan, you all know, he is the very man.
Chorus. With his Potomac Army Grand, Peace once more will smile on us, His Potomac Army Grand, Three cheers for little Mac.
"Additional Verses by G.W.H. Griffin"
5. We're coming, Father Abram, one hundred thousand more, To march with gleaming bayonets upon the traitor's shore, But you must give us Generals on whom we can depend, And not let paper Generals, drive off our faithful men,
Chorus. With our promise to pay, How are you "Bull Run Russell" Promise to pay--"Pop goes the weasel."
6. We're coming, Father Abram, nine hundred thousand strong, With nine hundred thousand darkies, sure the traitors can't last long With Corporal Cuff and Sergeant Pomp, To lead us in the melee, And at their head, without a red, Our Brigadier General Greely,
Chorus. With our promise to pay, How are you "Greely's subscription list" Promise to pay--"Nip up de dooden doo."
7. We're coming, Father Abram, nine hundred thousand more, With the greatest fighting hero, that lives upon our shore; He fought in all the battles won, and shed his blood most freely, But he's fought them with the Tribune, and his name is Gen'l Greely.
Chorus. With our promise to pay, How are you "Black Brigade" Promise to pay--Three cheers for Father Abe!