  Yaas, our Joe he run fer office: Said he'd try his hand a bit; Thet the kentry needed savin' An' he'd tinker some at it; But the 'lection now is over, An' our Joe he didn't win; But we're glad,—me an' his mother,— 'Cause our Joe is home agin! Joe made quite a race fer sartin'! He's a pollytishun right, An' he's jest a bully feller At a foot-race er a fight; You jest ort ter hear his speeches! How they cheered with mighty din! But the 'lection now is over An' our Joe is home agin! Spent two months a polly-tickin'; Workin' every day and night; Beats rail-splittin' out o' sight! But to hear the brass-ban's playin' Nerves him up, he says, like sin; But we're glad,—me an' his mother,— 'Cause our Joe's at home agin! Course we'd like our Joe elected, But it makes no diff'rence now; If the kentry needed savin' Guess she'll manage it somehow; Fer she's got to do without him, An' we're glad he didn't win; An we'll keep him,—me an' mother,— Sence our Joe's at home agin! |
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