Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1868-11-11
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The OLD POLITICIAN,
BY ROBERT BUCHANAN

BY ROBERT BUCHANAN
Now that Tom Dunstau colo,
Our shop is duIler
Scarce story is tod
AND onr chat las lost the ola
Red Republican color
Though he was sickly sud than
He gladdened Us with his face
How warming at rich mems sin,
With bang Of the fist; and chm
Thrust out. he argued the case
He prophesied folks shopld5e free,
Ard the money bsgS be bIed--
"Shes coming, she's coming!" saidshe
Courage, boys! wait and see
Freedom ahead
All day we sat in the heat,
Like spiders spinning,
Stitching full fine and heet
While the old Jew on his seat
Sat greasily grinning;
And there Tom said his say,
And prophes ed Tyranny's death,
And the tatlow burnt all Day
And we stitched and stitched away
In the smoke OF our breath,
YEARLY, wearily;
With hearts as heavy as lead
But "Patjence, she's coming said he;
Courage, boySl wait and see -
Freedoms ahead +"
And at night, when We took hero
The pause allowed to US,
The paper came with the beer,
I,r, mad charI and clear.
The news out loud to usi
And then, in his witty way,
He threw the jest about
The cutting things he say
OF the wealthy and the gay
How lie turned them inside out
And it made cur breath more free
TO hearken to what be said
"Shes coming, she's coming says he;
Courage, boys wait and seei
Freedoms ahead !"
But grim Jack Hart, with a sneer,
Would mut'er, ''Master,
If Freedom means to appear
! think she might step here
A little faster"
Then it was fine TO see Tom flame,
And argue and prove and preach,
Till Jack was silent for shame;
Or a fit Of coughing CANE,
u sudden to spoa IoQl 8 speech.
Ahi Tom hed the eyes 10 see,
When Tyranny should be Sped
'She's coming, sue's comiugP said be !;
Courage, boys wait ana see
Freedom 5 aAead!"
But Tom vas little and weak,
The bard hours shook him;
Hollow er grew his cheek,
And when be began to speak
The coughing took him.
Ere long the CHEEKY sound
Of his chat among us ceased.
And we made purse all round,
That he might not starve, at least;
His pain was sorry to see,
Yet there on his poor sick bed,
"She's coming, in spite Of me
Courage and wait n cried he,
''Freedoms ahead"
4 little before he died,
TO sec his passion
"Bring me paper. ne cried,
And then to study it tried
In his old sharp fashion,
And with eyeballs glitterlng
His ook on me he bent,
And said that savage thing
Of the lords of the parliament.
Then, darkening, smiling on me,
"What matter if one be dead
She's coming, at least" said hei
"CUurage boysl wait and see
Freedoms ahead" !"
Ay, now Tom Dustan's cold,
The shop feels duller;
Scarce story is told
Our talk has lost the old
Red Republican colcr.
But we see q figure gray,
And we hear voice of death,
And the tallow burns all day.
And we stitch and stitch away
In he thick smoke of our breath;
Ay, here in the dark sit We,
While YEARLY, wearily,
We hear him call from the dead
"ehe'S coming, she's comingl says he;
Courage, boys wait and see!
Freedoms aheadl"
How long, 0 Lord, how long
Doth til, handmaid linger2
She who shall right the wrong
Make the oppressed strong?
Sweet morrow, bring her
Hasten her over the sea,
O Lord, ere hope be 2 d.
Bring her to men and 10 me
slave, pray still or thy knee
nFrpp0Om' s ahead