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, 141 Where they’d ough’ to be easy ‘z an ole pair o’ shoes.  If 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. 150
Wal, these ’ere Republicans (some on ’em) ects
Ez though gineral mexims ’ud suit speshle facts; 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.

A ginooine statesman should be on his guard, Ef he must hev beliefs, nut to b’lieve ’em tu hard; 160 For, ez sure ez he does, he’ll be blartin’ ’em out ‘thout regardin’ the natur’ o’ man more ’n a spout, Nor it don’t ask much gumption to pick out a flaw In a party whose leaders are loose in the jaw:  An’ so in our own case I ventur’ to hint Thet we’d better nut air our perceedin’s in print, Nor pass resserlootions ez long ez your arm Thet may, ez things heppen to turn, du us harm; For when you’ve done all your real meanin’ to smother, The darned things’ll up an’ mean sunthin’ or ’nother. 170 Jeff’son prob’ly meant wal with his ‘born free an’ ekle,’ But it’s turned out a real crooked stick in the sekle;
It’s taken full eighty-odd year—­don’t you see?—­
From the pop’lar belief to root out thet idee,
An’, arter all, suckers on ‘t keep buddin’ forth
In the nat’lly onprincipled mind o’ the North. 
No, never say nothin’ without you’re compelled tu,
An’ then don’t say nothin’ thet you can be held tu,
Nor don’t leave no friction-idees layin’ loose
For the ign’ant to put to incend’ary use. 180

You know I’m a feller thet keeps a skinned eye
On the leetle events thet go skurryin’ by,
Coz it’s of’ner by them than by gret ones you’ll see
Wut the p’litickle weather is likely to be. 
Now I don’t think the South’s more ’n begun to be licked,
But I du think, ez Jeff says, the wind-bag’s gut pricked;
It’ll blow for a spell an’ keep puffin’ an’ wheezin’,
The tighter our army an’ navy keep, squeezin’—­