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Monarch of Hannah's rocking chair	A
With unclipped beard and unkempt hair	A
Sitting at ease by the kitchen fire	B
Nor heeding the wind and the driving sleet	C
Jo Lumpkin perused the Daily Liar	B
A leading and stanch Democratic sheet	C
While Hannah his wife in her calico	D
Sat knitting a pair of mittens for Jo	D
	-
Hanner he said and he raised his eyes	E
And looked exceedingly grave and wise	E
The kentry's agoin I guess tu the dogs	F
Them durned Republikins they air hogs	F
A dev'lish purty fix we air in	G
They've gone un riz the teriff on tin	G
	-
How's thet said Hannah and turned her eyes	E
With a look of wonder and vague surprise	E
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Why them confoundered Congriss chaps	H
Hez knocked the prices out uv our craps	H
We can't sell butter ner beans no more	I
Tu enny furren ship er shore	I
Becuz them durned Republikins	H
Hez gone un riz the teriff on tins	H
	-
Hannah dropped her knitting work on her knees	H
And looked very solemn and ill at ease	H
She gazed profoundly into the fire	B
Then hitched her chair a little bit nigher	B
And said as she glanced at the Daily Liar	B
With a sad wan look in her buttermilk eyes	H
I vum thet's a tax on punkin pies	H
Fer they know we allers bakes 'em in	G
Pans un platters un plates uv tin	G
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I wouldn't agrumbled a bit said Jo	D
Et a tax on sugar un salt un sich	J
But I swow it's a morul political sin	G
Tu drive the farmer intu the ditch	J
With thet pesky teriff on tin	G
Ef they'd a put a teriff on irn un coal	K
Un hides un taller un hemlock bark	L
Why thet might a helped us out uv a hole	K
By buildin uv mills un givin uv work	M
Un gladd'nin many a farmer's soul	K
By raisin the price of pertaters un pork	N
But durn their eyes it's a morul sin	G
They've gone un riz the teriff on tin	G
I wouldn't wonder a bit ef Blaine	O
Hed diskivered a tin mine over in Maine	O
Er else he hez foundered a combinashin	O
Tu gobble the tin uv the hull creashin	O
I'll bet Jay Gould is intu the'trust '	-
Un they've gone in tergether tu make er bust	P
Un tu keep the British frum crowdin in	O
They've gone un riz the teriff on tin	O
What'll we du fer pans un pails	H
When the cow comes in un the old uns fails	H
Tu borrer a word frum Scripter Hanner	B
Un du it tu in pious manner	B
You'll hev tu go down in yer sock fer a ducat	P
Er milk old Roan in a wooden bucket	P
Fer them Republikins durn their skin	O
Hez riz sich a turrible teriff on tin	O
Tu cents a pound on British tin plate	P
Why Hanner you see at thet air rate	P
Accordin tu this ere newspaper print	P
Un it mus be so er it wouldn't' be in't	P
It's a dollar un a half on one tin pan	O
Un about six shillin on a coffee can	O
Un ten shillin Hanner on a dinner pail	Q
Gol won't it make the workin men squeal	R
Thet durned Republikin tax un steal	R
They call it Protecshin but blast my skin	O
Ef it aint a morul political sin	O
Thet durned Republikin teriff on tin	O
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Un then they hev put a teriff on silk	S
Un satin un velvit un thet air ilk	S
Un broadcloth un brandy un Havanny cigars	H
Un them slick silk hats thet our preacher wears	H
Un he'll hev tu wear humspun un drink skim milk	S
Un Hanner you see we'll hev tu be savin	O
Un whittle our store bill down tu a shavin	O
You can't go tu meetin in silks I vum	T
You'll hev tu wear ging um er stay tu hum	T
But Hannah said sharply I won't though I swum	T
And Hannah gazed wistfully on her Jo	D
As he rocked himself mournfully to and fro	D
And then she looked thoughtfully into the fire	B
While the sleet fell faster and the wind blew higher	B
And Jo took a turn at the Daily Liar	B

Hanford Lennox Gordon

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