Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1870-01-06
rhe earth has finished her yearly race,

The earth has finished her yearly race,
: And mine has reached its end
She asks for nothing non, slaekens her pace,
But cannot keep an ever-stretched trace
Ere start again. grant a few days grace -
Tooil up, and wood to polish my face,
And some OF your money to spend. ~ s,--~s-s .
Through the year you have had my weekly bill
+ OF fare-things new and old '-5 Z. e
OF politics you have had your ill,
We have fought Tor year with right good will.
And quit, only when there was nothing to kill
Every Radical grist thatwas sent to our mill, ]
Has been ground and very well tOlled.
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Farewell to the 'loil, (" the early dead
I Have ever belonged TO the gods i-i---
OF the Radicals nothing need be said, t e
OF the spot where Mullins once fevered head
Reposeth among the buried -ts
Or who shall succeed and reign in his stead
1T makes no manner of odds l'' i's' "-7
'Of the dead say nothing but what is good''-
Thus the OBsEkvAR di>misses the bLmmer;
But he who desireth still longer to blood
o'er the mendicant Third Party brotherhood,
Or to hear how Cooper in melting mood 'H
''Old Andy'' took and IegIetiully ''sIewed," )"
Behold it is writ in the Banner
Hang politics what am after Just now
Is to get at a sight of your pewter
Democrats Radicals, ''fhird Party" all know,
That to- day on all questiOns-high taxes or low,.
Hoped skirts unhOoped, fast railroads or slow
Save the getting of money, the where and the how.
This Carriers position is neuter. t-1E
To bear me on this collecting tour 8 ilts-
The Pegasus seed We mounted
As he ne'er had 81 ch business orrider before,
No wonder he fingers ut every door; rt sis
Then on the street flying he tries me to floor,
But rid of my legs, he shall never be more.
Til L get these 'ere bills discounted.
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The Devil knows how to ride so said .-....
A poet whose name amt remembered,
And be always rides for maj ieIial aid" --s. &
No panic can injure his fOurishing trade,
Fer whoever goes empty, the "DeiP' must be paid,
No use to tell him, as you will, I'm afraid,
Times are hard, and have suspended"
I'll take your greenbacks, as ''sure as fate"
Or silver-just give me something ff@lafs
I'm not like some people, who early and late
" i'll curse all the banks and hope they may break,
Just because they have nothing whatever at stake,
Like me, not a dime that they might "liquidate,''
No stocks, no rental, no nothing
It's the times boys, the times o sure it's not you
Good people, at all that are blameable;
You've borrowed mOney-you begged fort tits true
OF course never dreaming they'd want it when due,
You bought and you lost-at each turn Of the screw
You yell out, the times aud curse the whole crew
For making your paper unsaleable
Hasten slowly, ye people the times we must mend,
But don't crack Your heads in the process;
Let US patch ourselves up, my diseonsolate FRIEND
Try to make more money and less of it spend;
Keep the pay day both here and hereafter IN view,
Give ourselves and the times and the Devil due,
Thus Wen ne'er '.get ahead cf the horses ."
To the ladies, last word in my refrain,
Be their Charity long as their sweeping Train,
Dragging along Life's every Walk;
Be their Griefs as slight as the reigning Bonnet
Their Hopes as bright as the Trimmings on it,
pray-and end my talk. rrv.
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