O’ prayin’ an’ convartin’;
The bread comes back in many days,
An’ butter’d, tu, fer sartin;
I mean in preyin’ till one busts
On wut the party chooses,
An’ in convartin’ public trusts
To very privit uses.
I du believe hard coin’s the stuff
Fer ’lectioneers to spout on;
The people’s ollers soft enough