Grant Poetry: 1880
A Reverend Gent in Richmond Town,1
By Forgery's Made a Livin',
But Being Dropped in
He Admits, He's wil-
ling to be For-
given.2
Fiend in Wayensfille, O - hi - o, Scarce
any Crime Could Match It, Con-
structs and Angel from
His Wife, With His Lit-
tle Hatchet.3
Belva Lockwood Takes A Whack4,
Facts to a Senator Slammin',
Says it's not His only Case;
That He Is Ben-
jamin.
Minneapolis Beer Mill Blaze5--Ocean
Steamer Stranded6--Slippery
Crook Four Stories Drops7,
and Leaves the Cops
Bare Handed.
Shout our War Cry o'er The World,
Every One that this sees;
Yankee Doodle Rides the
Boom, His Other Name's
Ulysses.
(The Argus, 17 March 1880.)
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