So they ain’t no more bothersome than ef we’d took an’ sunk ’em,
An’ yit enj’y th’ exclusive right to one another’s Buncombe
’Thout doin’ nobody no hurt, an’ ’thout its costin’ nothin’,
Their pay bein’ jes’ Confedrit funds, they findin’ keep an’ clothin’;
They taste the sweets o’ public life, an’ plan their little jobs,
An’ suck the Treash’ry, (no gret harm, for it’s ez dry ez cobs,)
An’ go thru all the motions jest ez safe ez in a prison,
An’ hev their business to themselves, while Buregard hez hisn:
Ez long ’z he gives the Hessians fits, committees can’t make bother
’Bout whether ’t’s done the legle way or whether ’t’s done the t’other.