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eeturs fer, But glory an' gunpowder, plunder an' blood? So John P. Robinson he Sez he shall vote for Gineral C. We were gettin' on nicely up here to our village, With good old idees o' wut's right an' wut ain't, We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage, An' thet eppyletts worn't the best mark of a saint; But John P. Robinson he Sez this kind o' thing's an exploded idee. The side of our country must ollers be took, An' Presidunt Polk, you know, _he_ is our country, An' the angel thet writes all our sins in a book Puts the _debit_ to him, an' to us the _per contry_; An' John P. Robinson he Sez this is his view o' the thing to a T. Parson Wilbur he calls all these argimunts lies; Sez they're nothin' on airth but jest _fee, faw, fum_; An' thet all this big talk of our destinies Is half on it ign'ance, an' t'other half rum; But John P. Robinson he Sez it ain't no sech thing; an', of course, so must we. Parson Wilbur sez _he_ never heerd in his life Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats, An' marched round in front of a drum an' a fife, To git some on 'em office, an' some on 'em votes; But John P. Robinson he Sez they didn't know everythin' down in Judee. Wall, it's a marcy we've gut folks to tell us The rights an' the wrongs o' these matters, I vow,-- God sends country lawyers, an' other wise fellers, To start the world's team wen it gits in a slough; Fer John P. Robinson he Sez the world'll go right, ef he hollers out Gee! THE DAY WE DO NOT CELEBRATE BY ROBERT J. BURDETTE One famous day in great July John Adams said, long years gone by, "This day that makes a people free Shall be the people's jubilee, With games, guns, sports, and shows displayed, With bells, pomp, bonfires, and parade, Throughout this land, from shore to shore, From this time forth, forevermore." The years passed on, and by and by, Men's hearts grew cold in hot July. And Mayor Hawarden Cholmondely said "Hof rockets Hi ham sore hafraid; Hand hif you send one hup hablaze, Hi'll send you hup for sixty days." Then said the Mayor O'Shay McQuade,
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