"The _Mafia's_ no more
Right to come to this shore,
No more'n the Molly Maguires," sez he.

Uncle SAM ain't no kind o' bisness with nothin'
Like stabs in the back,--that may do for slaves.
We ain't none riled by their frettin' an' frothin'
Who shriek, in Hitalian, across the waves.
Uncle SAM is free, but he sez, sez he:--
"He will put down his foot
On the right to shoot
As claimed by the _Mafia_ gang!" sez he.

Freedom's keystone is Law, yes; that there's no doubt on,
It's sutthin that's--wha' d'ye call it?--divine,--
The brutes who break it hain't nutthin' to boast on
On your side or mine o' the seethin' brine.
Uncle Sam is free, and he sez, sez he:--
"If assassins gang 'em
I'm game to hang 'em,
An' so git rid on 'em soon," sez he.

'Tis well for sleek cits for to lounge on their soffies,
And chat about "Law and Order," an' sich.
A formula pleasant for them in office,
Home-stayin' idlers, well-guarded rich.
Uncle SAM is free, but he sez, sez he:--
"Whar life's a fight,
Law, based on right,
May need the 'strong arm' of a Man," sez he.

Now don't go to say I'm the friend of force;
Best keep all your spare breath for coolin' your broth;
And when just Law has a fair clar course,
All talk of "wild justice" is frenzy and froth.
Uncle SAM is free, but he sez, sez he:--
"If he gits within hail
Of the Glan-na-Gael,
Or the _Mafia_ either, he shoots," sez he.

This ain't no matter for sauce or swagger--
Too summary judgment both scout, I hope;
Though _ef_ it's a chice betwixt rope and dagger,
I can't help sayin' I prefer the rope.
Uncle SAM is free, and he sez, sez he:--
"At a pinch I'll not flinch
From a touch of Lynch,--
That is--at a very _hard_ pinch!" sez he.

But Lynch Law, UMBERTO, _or_ Secret Society,
Both are bad, though the latter's wust;
We'll soon get shut of _either_ variety,
You and me, UMBERTO, or so I trust.
Uncle SAM is free, but he sez, sez he:--
"Assassination
Won't build a nation,
Nor yet the _un_legalised rope," sez he.

Withdraw your Ambassador! Wal, that _air_ summary!
Italian irons so soon git hot!
Ironclads? Sure that's mere militant flummery.
Don't want to rile, but I'll tell you what:
Uncle SAM is free, but he sez, sez he:--
"Let FAVA stay,
Take the _Mafia_ away,
And we'll ca