While you can see the way,
For I fear your nerves won’t stand the shock
On next election day.
So take your hat—what’s that you say?
You are so cold you shiver—
Why, that’s the way you feel, my dear,
When sailing up Salt River.
Then give us Abe, and Hamlin, too, etc.
I hear that Dug. is half inclined
To give us all leg-bail,