The Hemp: A Virginia Legend, 1916
“For all he had one word alone, One clod of dirt in their faces thrown, “The hemp that shall hang me is not grown!” His name bestrode the seas like Death. The waters trembled at his breath. This is the Read More …
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Physic for Traitors, 1860’s
“That herb well deserves cultivation, Oh scatter its seed all around,— Let it flourish in every plantation, While Rebels and Traitors abound. Down, down with the tyrant “King Cotton,” King Hemp holds the rascal in check. If you cant cure Read More …
The End of King Cotton, 1865
The End of King Cotton “Behold me dangling up and down, In a Hemp tie ‘stead of a cotton crown. Neither my leg bail nor cotton bale Could save me from the coffin’s nail- And here I swing, in Read More …