An’ hurts the hammer ’z much or more ez wut it doos the iron, 239
Jeff don’t allow no jawin’-sprees for three mouths at a stretch,
Knowin’ the ears long speeches suits air mostly made to metch;
He jes’ ropes in your tonguey chaps an’ reg’lar ten-inch bores
An’ lets ’em play at Congress, ef they’ll du it with closed doors;
So they ain’t no more bothersome than ef we’d took an’ sunk ’em,
An’ yit enj’y th’ exclusive right to one another’s Buncombe
‘thout doin’ nobody no hurt, an’ ‘thout its costin’ nothin’,
Their pay bein’ jes’ Confedrit funds, they findin’ keep an’ clothin’;
They taste the sweets o’ public life, an’ plan their little jobs,
An’ suck the Treash’ry (no gret harm, for it’s ez dry ez cobs,) 240
An’ go thru all the motions jest ez safe ez in a prison,
An’ hev their business to themselves, while Buregard hez hisn: 
Ez long ’z he gives the Hessians fits, committees can’t make bother
’bout whether ’t’s done the legle way or whether ’t’s done tother. 
An’ I tell you you’ve gut to larn thet War ain’t one long teeter
Betwixt I wan’ to an’ ’Twun’t du, debatin’ like a skeetur
Afore he lights,—­all is, to give the other side a millin’,
An’ arter thet’s done, th’ ain’t no resk but wut the lor’ll be willin’;
No metter wut the guv’ment is, ez nigh ez I can hit it,
A lickin’ ‘s constitooshunal, pervidin’ We don’t git it. 250
Jeff don’t stan’ dilly-dallyin’, afore he takes a fort,
(With no one in,) to git the leave o’ the nex’ Soopreme Court,
Nor don’t want forty-’leven weeks o’ jawin’ an’ expoundin’,
To prove a nigger hez a right to save him, ef he’s drowndin’;
Whereas ole Abe ’ud sink afore he’d let a darkie boost him,
Ef Taney shouldn’t come along an’ hedn’t interdooced him. 
It ain’t your twenty millions thet’ll ever block Jeff’s game,
But one Man thet wun’t let ’em jog jest ez he’s takin’ aim: 
Your numbers they may strengthen ye or weaken ye, ez ’t heppens
They’re willin’ to be helpin’ hands or wuss-’n-nothin’ cap’ns. 260

I’ve chose my side, an’ ’tain’t no odds ef I wuz drawed with magnets,
Or ef I thought it prudenter to jine the nighes’ bagnets;
I’ve made my ch’ice, an’ ciphered out, from all I see an’ heard,
Th’ ole Constitooshun never’d git her decks for action cleared,
Long ’z you elect for Congressmen poor shotes thet want to go
Coz they can’t seem to git their grub no otherways than so,
An’ let your bes’ men stay to home coz they wun’t show ez talkers,
Nor can’t be hired to fool ye an’ sof’-soap ye at a caucus,—­
Long ’z ye set by Rotashun more ’n ye do by folks’s merits, 269
Ez though experunce thriv by change o’ sile, like corn an’ kerrits,—­
Long ’z you allow a critter’s ‘claims’ coz, spite o’ shoves an’ tippins,
He’s kep’ his private pan jest where ‘twould ketch mos’ public
  drippin’s,—­
Long ‘z A.’ll turn tu an’ grin’