And one was from St. Louis— St. Louis by the creek.
Tell my sister not to weep for me and make an awful scene;
When the delegates are carried home (with aching heads I ween)
But to put her foot down proudly, minding not what it may smash
For her brother was a delegate, and stormed the sour mash.
And if a comrade seek her love don’t let him get away.
But secure a marriage license, and appoint the happy day:
And hang the cork screw in its place (nor yet to use it seek)
For the honor of St. Louis— St. Louis by the creek.
When we came here to Washington we thought to name the town