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Chorus—0, why is this—O, why is this %
The thought seems really shocking; O, why are all the " little men " To Washington a flocking ?
There's Mr. Bright, who's not so bright
But on him you can look— And sure I am, for no great man
Will he ever be mistook. There's Mr. Wright, who's never right;
And Thompsons there are two; And for a clown there's Mr. Brown—
And also Mr. Pugh. Chorus—
There's General Rusk, and Iowa Jones,
And Jones of Tennessee ; Hunter, who growls ; Mason, who scowls ;
And smaller men than he. Such smallish names as Allen and James,
To' mention will hardly pay ; And Henry Dodge, whom the people will dodge
On the very next lection day.
Chorus—
There's Weller, who couldn't well be worse;
And Douglass, surnamed Stephen; And Brodhead narrow minded is ;
But Bigler's narrower, even. Then there are Stuart, Pratt and Pearce,
Tombs, Reid, and Biggs, and Geyer; And though the men are very small,
The list is large, I fear. Chorus—
An awful ass is General Cass,
Thick headed, fat and drowsy, But a bigger ass, and meaner, too,
Is sneaking Isaac Toucey. |
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