Want to make wite slaves o’ you.

Tell ye jest the eend I’ve come to

Arter cipherin’ plaguy smart,

An’ it makes a handy sum, tu,

Any gump could larn by heart;

Laborin’ man an’ laborin’ woman

Hev one glory an’ one shame.

Ev’ythin’ thet’s done inhuman

Injers all on ’em the same.

’Tain’t by turnin’ out to hack folks