An’ all them early days at Gravel Point—
Wal, I’m agin what I am for, that’s all!
I’ll give ye now my reelest reason why
I’m votin’ demicratic come next week.
I ain’t no pessimist, but I beleeve
This here U. S. hez got ter git ri’ down
Ter brass tacks soon or late. We gotta hev
A awful mess o’ trubble, go thru fire
An’ brimstun, hell, an’ purgatory ’fore
We’ll ever ’mount ter shucks; an’ I b’en thinkin’