OCR Text |
Show Pay your-tithes at St. George, receive re-ceive your coupon, Touch your hat to the clerk, tend a free Silver tip; Dump your Gold-bug donations au revoir you may skip. Karl. siiiVEH . What's all this fuss throughout the land? These big conventions (rope9 of sand), These noisy conflicts, hand to hand J Why Silver! Who made this shrine where souls are bought? America's great Juggernaut, The nation's all absorbing throught Why Silver! If I were Czar, or else Czarina, I'd "bust" this God, great Silverina, It makes men mean ana gold bugs meaner This Silver! What makes the gold bugs Yell so loud, hile worshiping their golden god? They're scared they'll need a silver shrond Hurrah for Silver! Who'sj going to steal the Country's Wealth? The Crawling goldbugs Yes by Stealth; 'Rough on rats" might help their health, Hurrah for Silver! Can't gold bugs see they're willing tools? Supinely duped by British rules; ' The Silver men are not such fools , . Hurrah for Silver! There's gold a plenty in the land And silver piled in mountains grand: Why should the British chain the hand That digs the Silver? The bombast 4th with powder- smoke, Said we are free from British yoke! The British snicker at the joke 4 bit Silver. The Stars and Stripes, oh, glorious Flag! By Spain its counted just a rag The Union Jack is Brittori's brag, Backed up by Silver) The glorious 4th a joke immense, For gold bugs straddle of the fence, Who trade a quarter for sixpence t Alas, for Silverj If General Washington were here, , The Father of our. Country dear; He'd haul his rag and wipe a tear, Yes, weep for Silver J Then when he'd cried about enough 1 And wet his sleeve and other cuff; He'd draw his sword and make it rough For enemies of Silverj He'd make the gold bugs think it time. To call ten cents an honest dime And ten dimes ring the Silver chime ' An honest Dollar I He'd say you varnished gold bug rats. . Go join the Silver Democrats; Down on your knees, take off your hats, And bow to Silver 1 All bugs that disobeyed his word, He'd prod them with his patriot sword, In parts they'd feel it somewhat hard . When sitting down on Silver! . He'd clip their gilt and brassy wings, And learn them not to bow to kings, Teach them the song the nation sings "Free Silver!" Then Lady-bug, Gold-bug, fly your way on, |