The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1894-09-27
A Change in Two Parts.
1892.


"Oh, give me change, the laborer cried,
And he put in his vote that way.
"The Tariffs a tax, and I never can live
On two and halfa day.
"Oh give me change from this system vile
That taxes the coat on my back,
The shoes on my feet, the gloves on my hands,
And the hat that hangs on the rack.
ION all that buy for kitchen or shop
On all that I eat or wear;
tax I must pay to keep up the rich.
This burden never can bear.
"The men who own millions are tramping
us down
And crushing us under their feet;
McKnley's a robber, Ben Harrison q fraud.
Protection humbug and cheag. 80
"They tell us Protection is Just what we
need,
Or wages can never be high;
But Tariff for revenues just what we want,
ArG that Wen have by and by
The vile Tariff bloat in his castle recIinsS
And jingles his ill-gotten gold,
And stretching abroad his OCTOPUS flngs,
on the poor man he fastens his hold.
He plumbers the laborer, he plumbers the
poor,
He robs the whole country at viii:
When the election time comes his Doodle is
free
To uphold the Mckinley bill.
His incomes SO great that every one knows
Dishonesty governs his gains;
Then give me a chance to share in the spoils
Which this law tostered villain obtains.
81 always have voted believing it true
That Protection is labor's own friend,
But this year I'll vote for a change all round,
My high Tariff notions suspend.
THE plank on the Tarifin Growers platform
Strikes out from the shoulder so free.
1t knocks the Mckinley law square on tho
head,
And that is the doctrine for me
80 I'll vote with the party that breaches re-
form.
For honest and faithful old Grover;
High prices must go, he'll bring us good times
And as it were, put us in clover.
His party has promised so oft in thepast
they had the law making power,
Could scarcely exist for an hour
"a slave to :he dictates of sectional men.
I've been for my folly fool;
But at last l can come out like a man and
vote
To fling Of the claims Of Misrule,'
1894.
"Oh, give me some change" the laborcr cries
AS he wanders from day unto day;
"Oh give ms a job, I'll~-t;-- asl ything~sNN~
And take anything for pay.
To keep me from hunger and cold.
a wife and three children 1 clnnot support,
Tho Pm neither infirm nor old.
"A few months ago was happy and free.
I'd have scorned to be begging this way;
For then had plenty and money to spare
On two and halfa day.
You can call me a knave, whatever you will
l deserve to be branded a fool,
For when had plenty I was not content
And entered the Free-Trad school.
And there l was taught the Tariffs tax,
Ard its victim the laboring man,
SO put in my vote to set things Alright
In accord with the Free Trade plan.
"What good has it done me? I've suffered
and lost
The money l had saved is all spent
The mill where labored closed down weeks
age,
And the landlord is raving for rent.
corruption and trusts have fastened their
grip
On the la T-making powers Ofthe land:
Confusion and panic, bankruptcies and
strikes
Are raging on every hand.
Tho everything's cheap what is it to me
When I've nothing with which to buy,
Thank God we live in a charitable land,
Or thousands of laborers would die.
"Then give me some change or give me some
work
BY which | can earn a siX-pence,
For sure as live when the voting time comes
III vote like man of some sense.
Then give me a job at whatever price,
Or give me a ticket instead,
And straight to the Democratic soup-house
I'll go
And wait for my turn to be fed '+---