The Cabinet’s Boat Song. June 1878.
Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time.
What though the Whigs and their friends look blue?
We’ll sing and we’ll chaunt, to each other true,
Pull, brothers, Pull! the stream runs fast,
The Congress is near, and the danger’s past.
Why should we yet our hand display?
There is not a card that Russia can play,