It made us feel ez pop’lar ez a hen doos with one chicken,
An’ fill our place in Natur’s scale by givin’ ’em a lickin’:
For why should Cæsar git his dues more ’n Juno, Pomp, an’ Cuffy?
It’s justifyin’ Ham to spare a nigger when he’s stuffy.
Where’d their soles go tu, like to know, ef we should let ’em ketch
Freeknowledgism an’ Fourierism an’ Speritoolism an’ sech?
When Satan sets himself to work to raise his very bes’ muss,
He scatters roun’ onscriptur’l views relatin’ to Ones’mus.
You’d ough’ to seen, though, how his face an’ argymunce an’ figgers
Drawed tears o’ real conviction from a lot o’ pen’tent niggers!