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Show THAT "TEA POT DOME." (By M. Ashley, Price, Utah) Way down upon Potomac ribber, Far, far away, Dere's where all eyes am turning ebber, Dere's where de culprits stay; All up and down de whole creation, Sadly de roam, 'Cause on de eve of dis election, Up comes dat Tea Pot Dome! All de world am sad and dreary, Public "Life and Foam," When men steal from Uncle Sammy, A Measley Tea Pot Dome! One little hut among de bushes, One called Sing, Sing! Mos' sud'nly to de Memory rushes Of dis G. O. P. Ring. Dey long to se de bees a hummin', All round de comb! Dey ought of knowed Sing, Sing was comin', If dey stole Tea Pot Dome! All de world and shocked and weary, Votes begin to roam! Oh watch 'em hit dat G. 0. P. party, Which stole dat Tea Pot Dome! Way down upon Potamac ribber, Down White House way, His Country's heart am turnin' ebber; Dere's where Pie's gwine to stay: -All up and down dis Mighty Nation, Ful ly a woke! From men of every walk and station, You hear dese plain spoke! Woodrow Wilson made a cleaning; This is Number Two! Not, Maybe; for 'tis He, I'm meaning mean-ing Wil Ham G. Mc Adoo! |