I mean a kin’ o’ hangin’ roun’ an’ settin’ on the fence,
Till Prov’dunce pinted how to jump an’ save the most expense;
I reccollected thet ’ere mine o’ lead to Shiraz Centre
Thet bust up Jabez Pettibone, an’ didn’t want to ventur’
’Fore I wuz sartin wut come out ud pay for wut went in,
For swappin’ silver off for lead ain’t the sure way to win;
(An’, fact, it doos look now ez though—but folks must live an’ larn—
We should git lead, an’ more ’n we want, out o’ the Old Consarn;)
But when I see a man so wise an’ honest ez Buchanan
A-lettin’ us hev all the forts an’ all the arms an’ cannon,