The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1889-04-11
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On tnlS America.
The farmers here are branded slaves,
They work bath lang an sair
And aye the harder that they work
The faster they get puir.
How sad to see the abject crew,
Wi spindle legs an jaw. [shanl
They're taxed the Drawn clean off their
In this America.
They We taxed them till they re skin an bar
They tax the sheep an kye,
There's no ae thing without tax
That farmers haze to buy;
Wi nought but shoddy for garb,
When Winter wins they blaw.
The marrow in their banes gets cauld
In this America.
For months ye ought to see the roads
Ell deep wi mud an mair,
Although the folk for want o work
Are starving lang an sair.
Ilk step horse gangs to the wame,
Five pounds he couldna draw.
The hubs ne'er seen for slrish an glaur,
In this America.
Today we have a million men
Can get no wark to do;
They find more pay to beg or steal,
Than drudge behind plough.
Here masked men do prowl at night,
And safes to fragments blaw;
No dread have they of being caught
In this America.
The country's in an awful state
Wi murders every day;
It's seldom that the rogues are caught,
When caught they get away.
Our lawyers strive wi might an main,
To screen them from the law;
So rogues have got paradise
In this America.
The laws are made with one intent,
To rob the farming crew:
For this they have handy law
They twist the tariff screw.
Cauld Sherman. Jock. and Jamie Blaine
This tariff screw they thraw.
Till farmers squeal like famished rats
In this America.
They toll, they sweat. bath soon and late
Wi plough. wi saw or axe.
And still the harder that they work
The bigger grows their tax.
Here buffers made wi sinking grease
inat hungry pigs Wao StaW;
Our rulers deem such food quite fit
For this America.
This butter has lang-tail'd name,
The people TO blindfold.
On British ground such nasty stuff
Will ne'er be made nor sold,
But here the folks. like starving rats,
To fill their hungry NAV.
Eat filth that spreads disease and death
Through this America.
The scheming looms that max our laws
Come a from Wall Street Square,
The bigges ane cad President.
He fills muckle chair.
And If the looms we're worth their salt,
They soon wad max a law
To Danish filthy butterine
From this America.
But ma. the looms. as have said.
Wha ne'er work for their salt.
To max our siller scarce and dear,
Tkey stow II in vault.
WI bounty laws single ship
We dinna build ava.
Sea ne'er was made for tariff lands,
Like this America.
Protected law keeps work aye scarce,
Mak's clothing bad and dear;
Protected rogues shut down their wark
Bout sax months in the year.
Yet still, from them whate'er ye buy,
Be it jumping-jack or saw.
The bounty-tax you've got to pay,
In this America.
For freedom in this land there's none,
We can't buy what we choose
We've got to buy protected goods,
Tho naething but refuse.
Ilk day we're told our laws are just,
Without single flaw:
A cuckoo sang from Knaves an fools,
In this America.
The tariff paid on blankets here
Soon makes a millionaire,
They're naething else but shoddy rags.
Sac thin, sac light, sac bare.
When zero wi his cutting breath
Their feet an hurdles gpaw,
The ta-iff hend ne'er gets The blame,
In this America.
To see them limp wi frozen feet,
And ia if on their woods,
Might open up their hoodwink'd ecu
Had there been hope for fools;
Next hear them on election day
For tariff roguesv vhurrah.
Proves little sence and muckle greed,
For this America.
The wage they pay to farmers here
Wad SC imp We y Tat,
Ilk day they pike naked bane
Boiled in projections pot.
Find wages low in jlka land
That has tariff wa,
But for the lowest, hand the belt
To This America.
To paint Yankee farmer true
Would TAX the pen O. Burns;
In short. he is a perfect sight
Whateer side roun he sugps,
His shoddy dress. tsg-rag an torn.
Wad scare hoocie e'aw;
Such is the garb that fa' ,ners wear
In this Anne lea.
They're bent and twisted WI hard wsrk,
Their hide tan'd ike cad,
But wha on earth would keep erect
Wi such taft load1
Alive ,hey'. boiled in sCoacbing heat,
Then chilled wi Winte4 sraw;
Their shoddy garb John Frost gangs thr
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The Iosb laid on IN bssNesro.s hack
Ns'sr mads ,ber toll ss sair
A. ,.rn..rS bsre. ar. forced m toll
t. 1s, 80 's,cs bare.
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Until death on them fa',
The poorhouse is their sole reward.