The Washington bee., 1898-03-05

Where are the Negroes who yelled in eonven-
ton,
When good fat offices Hill did mention;
They picking cotton and plowlng corn
And listening for the big dinner horn.
Their hopes are blasted and this they know
And cursing the very hinges OF HilIs
stable door,
Hills followers are much dsjointed
For not one of them has he appointed,
He laid th~m all quickly upon the Shelf,
To get 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 to go to-H-
He had US d the Negroes In the convention
But tv serve them aftward was not his intention,
He did not thi he would need them more
Till Lynch took charge of his Stable door
OH where is Pett, bone, the sweet persuader
Who was to have been Postmaster at Grenada,
He tramped the State from end to end
Making many foe; loosIng many friend:
The fight Tor delegates nov being ore
He is tamishing at HIlPS stable door.
And where is Geo. Cranberry with brothers
Who followed Hill like old Bill Penny
He played the promise racket on him
And filled his cup of hope to the bTim.
He then gave the Office to the white trash poor
And lett Geo. picking cotton at his stable door.
And there is Sam Hurst who gave up his all
He turned his best friends into bitter foes
In trying to relieve Jim Hill of his woes,
But he is sick of his '.Jinus'' and this We know
For he has been starving IL years at his stable
door.
Then there is Randolph as slick as an eel;
AS smooth as an apple before it's PEELED,
He worked tor Hill both night and 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 Lampton, the preacher bold
VINO lett 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 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 and poor
10 weep and wall at his stable door.
When Lynch had busted his boom quite wide
"Oh! My kingdom for a horse" Hill cried
hen placing his goggles over his eyes,
Said On! boys let US have compromise
But pray what has Hill got to compromise
But pair OF blue goggles aud pair of blac keyes
And pair OF side whiskers both gray and old
And pair of big feet and pinched up soul
For the offlces are gone and the Negroes are
'AN - thuu0SlHS dl MS SIdDc QOOT.
SO down goes statesman sadly bereft
HIS blue goggles, his side wiskers all's that's
left
HIS name is not on the eternal roll
For the deyll wouldn't have his witherd soul
Hewiil fool the Negroes; never more"
Wnle Lynch quarantines that stable door
Hlil rushed to Washington city snugged.
10 defeat poor colored man for a little Office at
Vicksburg
Now II ne 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
poor
While Stith and other Negroes weep at his
stable door,
Even should McAlister get the little deputyship
There is nothing nothing for Cranberry, Randolph, or
And nothing for Montgomery, Broadwaters or
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 co,nIstad
fou can gloat over the Negroes whom voi,ve
defeated
! hey are all out OF office and out to stav
80 iong as you have any thing To saw r
You nave given every thing to the yvhi,e tr,.i
poor; 'iasn
And lett the Negroes bowling at your stable door