Our time uv rejoicin is come.
In Kentucky, the soldiers voted,—them ez wuz clothed in gray,—and we routed the Abolishnists.
Three great capchers hev we made: New Orleens we capcherd, Kentucky we capcherd, and the President—him who aforetime strayed from us—we capcherd.
Rejoice, O my soul! for yoor good time, wich wuz so long a comin, is come.
We shel hev Post Offisis, and Collectorships, and Assessorships, and Furrin Mishns, and Route Agencies, and sich; and on the proceeds thereof will we eat, drink, and be merry.
The great rivers shel be whisky, the islands therein sugar, the streems tributary lemon joose and bitters, and the faithful shel drink.
Whisky shel be cheap; for we shel hold the offises, and kin pay; and the heart uv the barkeeper shel be glad.
The Ablishnist shel hang his hed; and we will jeer him, and flout him, and say unto him, “Go up, bald head!” and no bears shel bite us; for, lo! the President is our rock, and in him we abide.
Blessed be Booth, who give us Androo.
Blessed be the veto, wich makes the deed uv Booth uv sum account to us.