We cared not once your woes to hear,
Nor how you died, nor how you live;
But now election time grows near,
Your votes to us we’d have you give;
And when we’re in, Someday, Someday,
Streets wider grown, well built, you’ll see;
And ev’ry man, new quartered, may
Have first-rate rooms, almost rent free.
Someday, Someday, Someday we shall house you,
Though we know not when or how; though we know not when or how;