I du believe in Freedom's cause,
Ez fur away ez Paris is;
I love to see her stick her
In them infarnal Pharisees;
It's wal enough agin a
To dror resolves and triggers,—But libbaty's a kind o'
Thet don't agree with niggers.
I du believe the people wantA tax on teas and coffees,
Thet nothin' aint extravygunt,—Purvidin' I'm in office;
For I hev loved my country
My eye-teeth filled their sockets,
An' Uncle Sam I reverence,
Partic'larly his pockets.
I du believe in
NY planO' levyin' the taxes,
Ez long ez, like a lumberman,
I git jest wut I axes:
I go free-trade thru thick an' thin,
Because it kind o'
The folks to vote—and keep us
Our quiet custom-houses.
I du believe it's wise an'
To sen' out furrin missions,
Thet is, on sartin
An' orthydox conditions;—I mean nine thousan' dolls. per ann.,
Nine thousan' more fer outfit,
An' me to recommend a
The place 'ould jest about fit.
I du believe in special waysO' prayin' an' convartin';
The bread comes back in many days,
An' buttered, tu, fer sartin;—I mean in preyin' till one
On wut the party chooses,
An' in convartin' public
To very privit uses.
I do believe hard coin the
Fer 'lectioneers to spout on;
The people's ollers soft
To make hard money out on;
Dear Uncle Sam pervides fer his,
An' gives a good-sized junk to all—I don't care
OW hard money is,
Ez long ez mine's paid punctooal.
I du believe with all my
In the gret Press's freedom,
To pint the people to the
An' in the traces lead 'em:
Palsied the arm thet forges
At my fat contracts squintin',
An' wilhered be the nose thet
Inter the gov'ment printin'!
I du believe thet I should
Wut's his'n unto Caesar,
Fer it's by him I move an' live,
From him my bread an' cheese airI du believe thet all o'
Doth bear his souperscription,—Will, conscience, honor, honesty,
An' things o' thet description.
I du believe in prayer an'
To him thet hez the grantin'O' jobs—in every thin' thet pays,
But most of all in
IN';
This doth my cup with marcies fill,
This lays all thought o' sin to rest—I
ON'T believe in princerple,
But,
O,
I DU in interest.
I du believe in bein'
Or thet, ez it may
One way, or t' other hendiest
To ketch the people nappin';
It aint by princerples nor
My preudent course is steadied—I scent wich pays the best, an'
Go into it baldheaded.
I du believe thet holdin'
Comes nat'ral tu a President,
Let 'lone the rowdedow it
To have a wal-broke precedunt;
Fer any office, small or gret,
I could'nt ax with no face,
Without I'd been, thru dry an' wet,
The unrizziest kind o' doughface.
I du believe wutever trash'll keep the people in blindness,—Thet we the Mexicans can
Right inter brotherly kindness—Thet bombshells, grape, an' powder 'n'
Air good-will's strongest magnets—Thet peace, to make it stick at all,
Must be druv in with bagnets.
In short,
I firmly du
In Humbug generally,
Fer it's a thing thet I
To hev a solid vally;
This heth my faithful shepherd ben,
In pasturs sweet heth led me,
An' this'll keep the people
To feed ez they have fed me.
