My eye-teeth fill’d their sockets,
An’ Uncle Sam I reverence,
Partic’larly his pockets.
I du believe in any plan
O’ levyin’ the taxes,
Ez long, ez, like a lumberman,
I get jest wut I axes:
I go free-trade thru thick an’ thin,
Because it kind o’ rouses
The folks to vote—an’ keeps us in