THE PLAINT OF THE SOREHEAD
BY JAMES D. CORROTHERS
’TWA’N’T ’zackly de ack o’ “de Pahty,”
’Twus slidin’ too quick f’om de fence,
Wid an appetite ovahly h’ahty—
An’ dis am de quinsequence!
Nothin’ “comfo’tin’” visible!
Laud! but it’s suttainly tough!—
Mis’able, mis’able, mis’able!—
Mis’able enough!
I worked foh “de Pahty” last ’lection;
An’ winked at de Dimocrats, too,
Thinkin’ I’d “make a collection”
F’om one uv ’em, sho!—wouldn’t you?
But heah I sets, sad an’ commis’able—
I tell you dey’s treated me rough!
Mis’able, mis’able, mis’able!—
Mis’able, sho’ ’nough!