Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1894-07-25
HERALD AND TRIBUNE.
A COn-yer-za-s -sigh.O.ne.

A on-vor-za-sigh, o ne,
In honor of Judge Brown.
He had come a-smilin'
Like an eagle in the air;
He enjoys the ridin':
The people pay the fare.
He was badly worsted
Fightin.' BOSSES of the town."
His face n field all CORY
His lip ahangin' down.
His eyes were in deep mournin'
Some Boss had gougd him there;
His mouth was blood puddin',
In windrows stood his hair,
His nose was a butchers sign,
OF pork, beef and mutton
Meat enough to roundly stuff
Any common glutton,
His earlocks look d like barrels,
A floatin on the stream;
His front tub of jelly,
Gore-crusted was his beam.
His head swelled to a wash pot
His body to blubber:
THE war hoss is on Il bust"
They sigh d to one another
He lay in most awful plight,
In hot indecision
Whether to give up the ghost
Or tighter clutch the vision
OF lordling in his pomp,
Home and wealth and glory,
That we read and hear much Of
In oriental story.
The con-ver-za-sigh one
Concerted in a sigh
And a half way prophecy
That Andy, he would die,
mot 80, )" cried Red Pizen Ike
| ITdCtibeu III bucn mills,
The man who'd fought wild tigers
Upon a thousand hills;
Who'd round'd up the grizzlies
In mountain dens and caves,
And put whole tribes of Injuns
To sleep in bloody graves,
Vanquished snacondas,
Boa 'strictors by the score,
Gorillas by the million,
And elephants galore,
mot 30, cried Red Pizen Ike
In confidential way,
i've seen men far worse done up
That still are here to stay.
When a fellar wants office,
He's hard to kill as sin,
When you think you've scotched hin
He's jess ready to begin,
He smells the sav'ry flesh pot
"A Dllln on tne DenCn,
1t will bring him to his senses
The 'lixir of its stencil"
Then Bill Lopyear the ancient,
He rose right up and said;
He's far from hunkeydora,
Right on to being dead
He'd seen the like aforetimes,
Where men had lost their health,
And never one had cheated
The greedy jaws.of death"
They called in DR.. Raisem,
A man renown d for skill,
Who treated patients honest
And charged modest bill,
He bound d in with solemn air,
To diagnose the case,
They saw that Brown was ION the fly,
From Raisem's solemn face.
They sighed, and Raisem sighed,
n "oIkiu III Ine gore,
Hes been shot with rifled gun
OF the biggest kind of bore,
Full of grape and canister
And slugs and scraps and chains
And all the implements of war
Invented by man 5 brains.
He's dead for sure, lay him out
And pull the curtains down,
The deadest man ever seen
In all this Greeneville town."
The con-ver za-sigh one
Was in a whirl and stir,
Between the groans and sighings
There dropt the pearly tear.
They drest him in sable garb,
The Hobo crest upon him,
A picture of serenest rest
The Hobo gown around him,
Few were the words they said,
Expressing deep sorrow;
The con-ver. a-sigh-o no
Disband'd d on the morrow.
. The Campbell thugs marched wi
brazen front into the fray, and Brow
: met his Waterloo on that eventful da
The delegates Of the Hobo chiefta
left him alone in his glory" and I
manned quietly at home chewing t
cud of reflection and frying their ov
fish. Ever since he has been hideous
5 and piteously whining in public al
private, to the disgusted people to hs