Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1873-08-28


The wrongs are many and gricvous, that
grind US into the ground.
Tho prices are stiff aud steady on everything
We buy,
And while our farm stuff settles low, most ev>
crything else goes high.
And the railways-.what with their chcatin'
rates, and watered stocks, and the notes
We gave t. get them started, SO they could
turn and cut our thrOats-
This very farm il mortgaged to yonder our
sed track,
And it's beggared me ever since, and robbed
the clothes from Hsnnah's back)-
All, all, grant yeu-erery one is q singing
and giant wrong
And we have borne their expressions, already
much too long:
But whether the remedy 20" prescribe will
cause our burdens to drop
That's what I'm tryin' to consider, sir, and it's
that that sticks in my CROP
You'd have us sunder old party ties, and aban-
don old party friends,
And set up party Of our own, for gsinin' Of
Now, that advice may be perfect, but for =
plain old farmer like me,
Why tree should be topped, to make it grow,
is more than can see.
IT'S true, dimly discern the reward that slim
ulates your desire,
The Grsngers' paws would be handy to rake
your chesnuts out Of the fire.
But unless my lights deceive me,it's the thing
for 40 to oppose,
To swap tho many who've been our friends for
tho few that have been our foes.
Aud 20 far - my observation goes, the party
we've served so long,
IL ready to give US helping hand to right
whatever is wrong.
I've scanned tho list that rallied around the
good old Gag in our town,
And there isn't man but what yearns to as
sist to put our oppressors down.
There's Merchant Blake. down there to the
store-his case is the same ~ ours,
He has labored with ~ both early and late, to
put down monopoly powers,
And Miller Cole, that's down to tho pond who
il shippin' his -four 70 New York,
Is in the same boat with US, guess, who arc
shippin' our grain and pork.
And Lawyer Clough, who lives at the fork and
served in the Senate last year,
And went for the railways under "our bill,
And has won W many case, against oPPrcs-
sions Of many . kind
I guess that without his shrewd advice W
should do it rather blind.
And oil tue laborers down in the town-havt
they got nothing to say?
Don't monopoly put its burden on them, and
haven't they tributes to pay?
Why, Jenny Dollar, there by the bridge, that's
just got into his house,
Paid . hundred dollar. to freight up his boards
and his hut's too small for mouse!
And it looks to me, too, just As if your Close
communion concern
IL lookin' for spoils and place In . way that
honest folk should spurn
I take it that men ground down as W are, have
got higher things to win
Than post Office pcrquisites, SALARY grabs, and
the DEVILS own stew Of sin.
And there's our grand old party-I may Of
we'll own to you
That the thought Of goiu' back to that is 9
pretty tough cud to chew
I've viewed it in all it's bearin's and m right
here moved to confess
That there isn't . wrong since j'ined ita
ranks IL ever refused to redress.
I've got boy in the bury;ng ground--the
Wide Awakes placed him there;
That acant scat by the mantei piece was a.
ways his favorite chair.
He went to the front when Old Abe called 70,
six hundred thousand more,
And they brought him back to me, wrapped
in the flag that 1T Gettysburg he bore.
And when tho old Copperhcad, Simon Small
lacked on and saw our woe.
And said it was Is good enough for us--we nc
business to let him co.
Up jumped big Clark, the black smith, and
knocked him into the pond,
And think they'd have drowned the critter
only he dove to the bank beyond.
And see you pushed him for'ard to-day,to b
master Of our grange,
And when no received no vote but his own
you counted it rather strange.
Well, mebbe it was, but jest tell you, If your
game had . come about,
There isn't farmer belongs to our grange
that wouldn't ave kicked him out
And wore agreed about this, sir-we balm I
forgotten the times
When the good old Republican party destroy
ed the blacklist Of crimes.
And if the pastis any sign Of what its future
will do.
We havn't no call to betray it,for Simon Small
nor-nor you!
And pardon me, sir, beg you, if my tongue
here inclincs to slip
I think yo~'d been in Congress yet, if you't
only stuck to the ship;
And you needn't have heen 'mongst the gran
gcrs, . putin on farmers airs,
Arrangin' yourself in false eolors, and takin
Us unaWares.
Don't rise I'm sorry to have you 60; hop
I've not given offense;
| It'll be the same to both you and mo hun
dred or 10 years hence.
don't know what view our grange will take q
what you yesterday said;
But whom desert the old COLOR, now,yo ma
give me up for dead
The above from Patron Brown,