Like stabs in the back,—that may do for slaves.
We ain't none riled by their frettin' an' frothin'
Who shriek, in Hitalian, across the waves.
Uncle SAM is free, but he sez, sez he:—
"He will put down his foot
On the right to shoot
As claimed by the Mafia gang!" sez he.
Freedom's keystone is Law, yes; that there's no doubt on,
It's sutthin that's—wha' d'ye call it?—divine,—
The brutes who break it hain't nutthin' to boast on