Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1876-12-22
NASBY'S PSALM OF WOE.
Mr.. Nasby Realizes that the Democracy
is Busted, and Indulges in a ''Wale.
From the Toledo Blade.


Yesterday ,ppinted that the fol
Turin be chan,id in tho mcetin house:
\ SAM w WOE!
We are busted!
Floridy, Looseana, South Kerliny!
In vane Wade Hampton rode the
State with his rifle clubs; in vane
niggers wuz killed, and in vane did
we keep EN- away from the polls.
We didn't keep enuff NV EN- away,
for sum of the cusses managed to
vote, and their votin wuz our death.
We bull-dozed EN- in vanc, for our
bull-dozen didn't 90 far cnutf.
The wind that bloweth from the
South is bitter wind and chilly,
and its sound to us a sigh.
Oregon is slight bone, but the Re
publikin SENT will bust that.
Bein busted is our condishcn.
| hcv cndoorcu more Dustin than
falls to the lot NV man, and I sigh
for change.
Floridy wuz our persimmon, and
we reached for it, but our pole wuzn't
long enuff:.
In vane we countid double-in
vane we kept out returns; The Rad
ikels scooped us.
And LooiSianer, wo is us, will be
returned for Hayes, wich settles our
hash.
We held ont three aces, but Kel-
log held out four kings-yes, and
he could hev played five eff they he'd
been needed l. and he rakes the pot.
Wv what avale is il to kill niggers,
and keep EN- away from the polls, ct
we are not allowed to count the par
ishes wherein we did it?
We do the wickcdncss and are
swindled out Of our reward therefor.
/ We killed thousand niygers in
the South
And ez we GIT nothin by it, it Is a
CRATE waste NV niggers.,
Troo we he'd the fun NV it. but we
are not IN condishen to do things
for fun.
We spent a million of shekcls on
Moo York, and got \ majority NV
10000, when 5000 wood hev done
ez well.
Why didn't we scatter them votes
i'll Floridy and Wisconsin, and smite
the enemies Of reform?
The Irish votid vigorously, and
the repeaters wuz faithful, but we
put EN- in the wrong place.
Like mcesles, reform repeaters
need to be scattered.
We are bein turned out to grass,
while our enemies is bein stall ted.
The post Offices, the custom houses,
the collcctorships, wich we yearned
atter,are eZ fur from us ez they wuz Il
year ago.
We got near enutf' to smell NV
them, and the smell thereof enrages
us.
The tiger tastes blood, but he
wants his fill NV it.
We hevn't got taste but the smell
that we did git sets us crazy, and We
gnash our teeth.
Mourn Kentucky, for the nigcers
will still be free.
Weep, We daughters of kentucky,
for yoo will still hev to dress yel-
, selves, and wash yer own clothes or
pay for dom the same, the same cz
other people do.
Mourn, oh ye sons of the South,
for ye will till yer fee DIS, or pay for
the tlllln Nv en-, or they will grow
up to the jimson.
The nigger will swet, but he will
swet for hisseif, and will eat the
fruit NV his own labor.
He won't be a slave and ez he will
hcv courts, his labor will not smouge
him out NV.
The carpet-baggers will possess
the land, and he will build factries,
and shops, and skools, and he will
go to Coneris and the Lcgislacher.
And the South will become even
as Masseychoosits is, yea worse, for
the soil is better and the carpct-bag-
ger will have a better show for his
labor.
The pleasant note NV the revolver
and the music of NV the shot gun
will no more be heerd in the land,
and there will be hangin for murder.
The shivelry will hev to labor for
his bred,-or fill his stum.ck with
clay.
Ther will be no more draw-poker,
nor point-yooker-quarter racen will
be not, for wher is the stamps comm
from eff we are deprived of our labor.
Kin we raise another rebelyun?
Not any. For the South hez he'd its
belly full nv tightin.
We wonld fight, but the Northern
Dimocrisy darent, and the Southern
Dimocrisy don't want to.
We kin pass resolooshens, and
howl, but rcsolvin and howlin won't
give lis the postoflices. and what is
government without them?
Bascom's will be deserted, and the
grass will grow Oh the paths leading
thereto
For without the ofiises, out NV
wlch to gather shekels, how ar we
to pay for that wich comforts us?
Bascom will look ut his books, and
the teers of woe will streem down
his checks.
For he will say; Nasty oweth
me this, Pogram that, and Issaker,
hevln stronger constitution, more
than both.
Lo, these yecrs hev | turnisht EN-
with sustenance, and now when my
barls is empty, the last chance NV
gittin EN- filled is gone forever.
And ther is no hope NV bildin up
another trade, for the nigger post
master don't drink, and the nigger
farmers waste their money on goods
at Rollock's
He will foreclose on the Deekin and
Issaker will sell out, and they will
perish from the face NV the earth.
And he wood levy onto me, only I
amt got nothin to levy onto, halle
loojy.
And all this wos because we didn't
kill enuff niggcrs!
Our walls is torn down, and our
strong places made desolate.
Ez for me my mind is made up.