Sometimes it’s vict’ries, (they’re ’bout all ther’ is thet’s cheap down here,)
Sometimes it’s France an’ England on the jump to interfere.
Fact is, the less the people know o’ wut ther’ is a-doin’,
The hendier ’t is for Guv’ment, sence it henders trouble brewin’;
An’ noose is like a shinplaster,—it’s good, ef you believe it,
Or, wut’s all same, the other man thet’s goin’ to receive it:
Ef you’ve a son in th’ army, wy, it’s comfortin’ to hear
He’ll hev no gretter resk to run than seein’ th’ in’my’s rear,
Coz, ef an F.F. looks at ’em, they ollers break an’ run,
Or wilt right down ez debtors will thet stumble on a dun