From The Matamoros Flag.
Nanla Anna'S Address TO the Army at Buena Vista.
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"ooIdlers,' said he. "nur country has furnisI
us no supplies; fortunately, the enemy hav
mem IN advance, dnd rest assured we have onI
90 and take them; this is YOUR last ration; ou
eN' meal Will be IN the emcmy's camp.
Greasers, whom Eve often led,
Greasers, with whom I've often fed,
Greasers, whom I've never fed,


Come and dine wi me.
Now's the time and now's the hour.
See the front Of pork barrels and lower,
Soon we'll have them in our power,


On Ruena Vista's lea.
BY Palo Altos bloody plains,
BY Resaca's CORY stains,
We will risk our jugular veins,


Safor beans and victory.
Who but feels himself knave,
We each can fill a towards grave,
Let each his bacon try to save,


To feed his chvary.
We fight for ''grub" and no, for fame,
nn'nbcrs always play "grab game,''
but the great cock-ighter bong lame,


NlLi stay behind the spree.
Then onward to the hungry fray,
Pork and "trIoIes' upon the day,
But ah!-thc cowards run away,


See them turn AID flee.
The cock-p pit Generals now undonc,
C"rromoo! why your dinners shuu!
w h, from yelling Yankees run!


Now 90 and staryr for me.
S"HO Anno'S NrSl aich 10 ihr Minister nj Uar
l"ur ENc"IrncN. we've WOE the day,
My '.rr"">' t"rgnt amld the fray.
AID w.trp,rI l.c laukcrs without pay.