Now warn’t thet a system wuth pains
in presarvin’,
Where the people found jints an’
their friens done the carvin’,—
Where the many done all o’ their
thinkin’ by proxy,
An’ were proud on’t ez long
ez’t wuz christened Democ’cy,—
Where the few let us sap all o’
Freedom’s foundations,
Ef you called it reformin’ with
prudence an’ patience,
An’ were willin’ Jeff’s
snake-egg should hetch with the rest,
Ef you writ “Constitootional”
over the nest?
But it’s all out o’ kilter,
(’t wuz too good to last,)
An’ all jes’ by J.D.’s
perceedin’ too fast;
Ef he’d on’y hung on for a
month or two more,
We’d ha’ gut things fixed
nicer ’n they hed ben before:
Afore he drawed off an’ lef all
in confusion,
We wuz safely intrenched in the ole Constitootion,
With an outlyin’, heavy-gun, casemated
fort
To rake all assailants,—I mean
th’ S.J. Court.
Now I never ’II acknowledge (nut
ef you should skin me)
’T wuz wise to abandon sech works
to the in’my,
An’ let him fin’ out thet
wut scared him so long,
Our whole line of argyments, lookin’
so strong,
All our Scriptur’ an’ law,
every the’ry an’ fac’,
Wuz Quaker-guns daubed with Pro-slavery
black.
Why, ef the Republicans ever should git
Andy Johnson or some one to lend ’em
the wit
An’ the spunk jes’ to mount
Constitootion an’ Court
With Columbiad guns, your real ekle-rights
sort,
Or drill out the spike from the ole Declaration
Thet can kerry a solid shot clearn roun’
creation,
We’d better take maysures for shettin’
up shop,
An’ put off our stock by a vendoo
or swop.
But they wun’t never dare tu; you
’ll see ’em in Edom
‘Fore they ventur’ to go where
their doctrines ’ud lead ’em:
They ‘ve ben takin’ our princerples
up ez we dropt ’em,
An’ thought it wuz terrible ’cute
to adopt ’em;
But they’ll fin’ out ’fore
long thet their hope ‘s ben deceivin’ ’em,
An’ thet princerples ain’t
o’ no good, ef you b’lieve in ’em;
It makes ’em tu stiff for a party
to use,
Where they’d ough’ to be easy
‘z an ole pair o’ shoes.
Ef we say ’n our pletform
thet all men are brothers,
We don’t mean thet some folks ain’t
more so ’n some others;
An’ it’s wal understood thet
we make a selection,
An’ thet brotherhood kin’
o’ subsides arter ’lection.
The fust thing for sound politicians to
larn is,
Thet Truth, to dror kindly in all sorts
o’ harness,
Mus’ be kep’ in the abstract,—for,
’come to apply it,
You’re ept to hurt some folks’s
interists by it.
Wal, these ’ere Republicans (some
on ’em) acs
Ez though gineral mexims ’ud suit
speshle facs;
An’ there’s where we ’ll
nick ’em, there ’s where they ’ll
be lost:
For applyin’ your princerple’s
wut makes it cost,
An’ folks don’t want Fourth
o’ July t’ interfere
With the business-consarns o’ the
rest o’ the year,
No more ‘n they want Sunday to pry
an’ to peek
Into wut they are doin’ the rest
o’ the week.