Saturday, November 21, 2009

Grant Poetry: 1880



Byfour The Battle.

The Equine Dark Appears at Last,1
by Milton Turner Groomed,
Who Thinks to Have a
Colored Vice, by Dele-
gates Assumed.

Some British Tars Who Sail the
Blue, Cremate Themselves With
Oil.2 Liberian Emigrants
Set Sail, 'neath Tor-
rid Skies to
Broil.3

Four Points There Be, the Game
Within, for Victory Quite
Enough—Conkling Has
High, and Don Holds
Low, While Jack's
Up Logan's
Cuff.4

By Playing These Right Carefulee,
So Count the Kickers Can't, the
Other "Pint" is Ours
You Bet, To-witly,
Game and

Grant.

(The Argus, 17 March 1880.)

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