April 3, 1862 – CALL ALL! CALL ALL!

Whoop! the Doodles have broken loose,
Roaring round like the very deuce!
Lice of Egypt, hungry pack,
After ’em boys, and drive ’em back!

Bull-dog, terrier, cur and fice,
Back to the beggardly land of ice;
Worry ’em, bite ‘em, scratch and tear
Everybody and everywhere.

Old Kentucky’s caved from under,
Tennessee is split asunder,
Alabama awaits attack,
And Georgia bristles at her back.

Old John Brown is dead and gone!
Still his spirit is marching on,
Lantern jawed, and legs, my boys,
Long as an Ape’s from Illinois!

Want a weapon? Gather a brick!
Club or cudgel, or stone or stick.
Anything with a blade or a butt,
Anything that can cleave or cut.

Anything heavy, or hard or keen!
Any sort of a slaying machine!
Anything, with a willing mind,
And steady arm of a man behind.

Want a weapon? Why capture one!
Every Doodle has got a gun,
BeIt and bayonet, bright and new,
Kill a Doodle, and capture two!

Shoulder to shoulder! son and sire!
All! Call all! to the feast of fire!
Mother and maiden, and child and slave,
A common triumph, or a single grave!
—Georgia

Daily Richmond Whig, Richmond, VA