That gets ketched with mouldy corn.
Put it stiff you turn-coat fellows,
You’re a darned nice liberal (?) set,—
Gone to blow the tory bellows
Now they want their irons “het,”
While their trusty chief’s been trying
To keep “the old state ship” afloat,
These backsliders ’ave been hieing
Into Joseph’s scuttled boat,
“Aint” they a prime set o’ fellows,