To make hard money out on;

Dear Uncle Sam pervides fer his,

An’ gives a good-sized junk to all,

I don’t care how hard money is,

Ez long ez mine’s paid punctooal.

I du believe with all my soul

In the great Press’s freedom,

To p’int the people to the goal,

An’ in the traces lead ’em.

Palsied the arm thet forges yokes