Then, comin' to order, they squabble awile, An' let off the speeches they 're ferful 'll spile; Then - Resolve, Thet we wunt hev an inch o' slave territory; Thet President Polk's holl perceedins air very tory; Thet the war's a damned war, an' them thet enlist in it Should hev a cravat with a dreffle tight twist in it; Thet the war is a war fer the spreadin' o' slav ery; Thet our army desarves our best thanks fer their bravery; Thet we 're the original friends o' the nation, ness To the men thet 'ould actilly do 'em a kind ness, The American eagle, the Pilgrims thet landed, Till on ole Plymouth Rock they git finally stranded ; Wal, the people they listen and say, "Thet's the ticket; Ez fer Mexico, t'aint no great glory to lick it, But 't would be a darned shame to go pullin' o' triggers To extend the aree of abusin' the niggers." cause, An' think they're a kind o' fulfillin' the prophe cies, Wen they 're on'y jest changin' the holders of offices! Ware A sot afore, B is comf'tably seated, One humbug's victor'ous an' t'other defeated. Each honnable doughface gits jest wut he axes, An' the people—their annooal soft sodder an' taxes. Now, to keep unimpaired all these glorious feeturs I say thet a party with great aims like these Must stick jest ez close ez a hive full o' bees. I'm willin' a man should go tollable strong wrong Is ollers unpop❜lar an' never gits pitied, Coz then he'll be kickin' the people's own shins. done Jest simply by stickin' together like fun ; They 've run us a hundred cool millions in debt, (An' fer Demmercrat Horners ther's good plums left yet;) They talk agin tayriffs, but act fer a high one, ses, An' butter their bread on both sides with The Masses, Half o' whom they 've persuaded, by way of a joke, Thet Washinton's mantelpiece fell upon Polk. Now all o' these blessins the Wigs might enjoy, Ef they'd gumption enough the right means to imploy; 1 Fer the silver spoon born in Dermocracy's mouth Is a kind of a scringe thet they hev to the South ; 1 That was a pithy saying of Persius, and fits our politicians without a wrinkle, Magister artis, ingeniique largitor venter.-H. W. Their masters can cuss 'em an' kick 'em an' wale 'em, An' they notice it less 'an the ass did to Balaam ; In this way they screw into second-rate offices Wich the slave-holder thinks 'ould substract too much off his ease; The file-leaders, I mean, du, fer they, by their wiles, Unlike the old viper, grow fat on their files. Wal, the Wigs hev been tryin' to grab all this prey frum 'em An' to hook this nice spoon o' good fortin' away frum 'em, An' they might ha' succeeded ez likely ez not, Some stuffy old codger would holler out, "Treason! You must keep a sharp eye on a dog thet hez bit you once, An' I aint agoin' to cheat my constitoounts," Wen every fool knows thet a man represents Not the fellers thet sent him, but them on the fence, Impartially ready to jump either side An' make the fust use of a turn o' the tide, Constitoounts air hendy to help a man in, wus; It's the folks thet air kind o' brought up to depend on 't Thet hev any consarn in 't, and thet is the end on 't. Now here wuz New England ahevin' the honor Of a chance at the Speakership showered upon her; Do you say, “She don't want no more Speakers, but fewer; She's hed plenty o' them, wut she wants is a doer"? Fer the matter o' thet, it 's notorous in town Thet her own representatives du her quite brown. But thet's nothin' to du with it; wut right hed Palfrey To mix himself up with fanatical small fry? War n't we gittin' on prime with our hot an' cold blowin' Acondemnin' the war wilst we kep' it agoin'? We'd assumed with gret skill a commandin' position, On this side or thet, no one could n't tell wich one, So, wutever side wipped, we 'd a chance at the plunder |