Self-government’s an arrant fool!
Look to Great Britain, how she shines,
While every blessing she combines!
An aristocracy and king
For us were good, were just the thing!”
In such event, apes, where were you?
Too mean to black the servant’s shoe,
Or sweep the mud from off his track,
Too mean the “nigger’s” boots to black;
What place to suit you could be found,