Ole Uncle S. sez he, ‘I guess
Wise men forgive,’ sez he,
‘But not forgit; an’ some time yit
Thet truth may strike J. B.,
Ez wal ez you an’ me!’
‘God means to make this land, John,
Clear, then, from sea to sea.
Believe an’ understand, John,
The wuth o’ bein’ free.’
Ole Uncle S. sez he, ‘I guess,