Grant Poetry: 1880

MORE BESIDES.

It's Bad Wid Livers Wake and
Woite, but Dennis Kearney
Has 'em¹; He Backed Square
Down in Frisco Town
and Straddled the
Bloody Chasm²

Chicago's Mollies Resoloot, if More
Pigtails They Find, They'll
Murder Every One, and so
They Will, Just in
Their Mind³.

An Indian Scare Up Big Horn Way,
Has Raised the Very Deuce.
The Frightened Folks are
Fleeing to the Valley
of the Goose⁴.

At Fifty Off He Was, You Bet
Our Favorite Maiden Aunt,
His Father Kept a Leather
Shop, His Name Was

U.S. Grant

(The Argus, 17 March 1880.)

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