The Washington bee., 1898-03-12
LYNCH AT HILLS ST. BILE
DOOR.
DOOR.

where are the Negroes who yelled in eonven-
y,,he, good fat Offices Hill did mention;
They are picking Sotton anu Ir PtTHM,Ts HnTn e0'i'
rheir hopes are blasted and this they know
And are cursiug the very hinges OF Hill
stable door.
Hills followers are much disjointed
For not one of them has he appointed, .Lo,s
He laid them all quickly up~h Ihe shei'
To get a little Office tor himself, -
He Crowded the Offices on the white trash poor
And left them starving at his stable door.
The Poor white trash he served full well
And told the Negroes 10 60 -.
He had usld the. Negroes IN the eollVentlo, ei,
But to- serve them aftwdTd was not MS lhtehtloh'
He did not thi he would need them more
Fill Lynch took charge of his stable aoor
oh, where is PETIT bone, the sweet 'persuader
Who was to have been Postmaster az OIehdud'
He tramped the State from end 10 enc
Mak ing MANY a foe; IoosIng many lrlehu'
The fight for delegates nov being ore
He is famishing at Hlll's stable door,
And where is Geo Cranberry with brothers
Who followed Hill like old Bill Penny
He played the promise racket on MIN
He then gave the office to the white trash poor
And left Geo. picking cotton at his Stable aoor'
And there is Sam Hurst who gave up MS all
TO follow at linn Hills beck and call
He turned his best friends into bitter foes
In trying to relieve i'm Hill OF his woes,
For he has been starving II years at MS stable
door.
Then there is Randolph as slick as an eel;
As smooth as an apple before it's pelled,
He worked for Hill both night ana day
But is now kicked out like old dog tray
The office now goes to the white trash poor
While Randolph cries "Oh H" at Hills stable
door.
And there is Hampton, the preacher bold
Who left his business OF saving souls,
He worked for Hill to the bitter end
Expecting to get something for his friends
And got what The boy shot at and this he knows
N w Lynch stands smiling at his stable door.
And there is Young at Natchez town
Who like little Cox followed Hill around
hey both listened to his stories long
And said Amen to the Jim Hill song
But he has left them naked aud poor
To weep and wall at his stable door.
When Lynch had busted his boom quite wide
"Oh! My kingdom for a horse" Hill cried
Then placing his goggles over his eyes,
Said "Ohl boys, let US have compromise
But pray what has Hill got to compromise?
But pair of blue goggles aud pair of bac keyes
And pair OF side whiskers both gray and old
And pair OF big feet and pinched up soul
For the othceS are gone and the Negroes are
While Lynch is thundeing at his stabe door.
So down goes a statesm sadly bereft
His blue goggles, his side wiskers alPs that's
left
His name is not on the eternal roll
For the devil would mt have his witherd soul
He will fool the Negroes; never more"
VIII lie Lynch quaTantineS that stable door.
Hill rushed to Washington city snugged,
To defeat poor colored man for little Office at
Vicksburg.
Now if he is The great friend of his race
Why did mt he give Negro this little place.
And so the little Office went to the white trash
While Stith and other Negroes weep at his
stable door.
Even should McAlster get the little deputyship
There is nothing for Cranberry, Randolph, or
Stith
And nothing for Montgomery, Broadwaters or
PearCe
And nothing for Gillian, Pettibone or Hurst
He went squarly back on these good men, sure
And thus inviting Lynch to his stable door.
And now Jimmie, the record is nearly complete
You can gloat over the Negroes whom you've
defeated
They are all out of Office and out to stay
So long as you have any thing to say
You have given every thing to the white tras
And left the Negroes bowling at your stable door