Uncle Sam's Talk to His Man John.

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BY JOHN H. WARLAND.
[Sung at the Clay dinner at East Boston, July 4th, 1841.]

Here, John, come here this minute —
Why, what the devil is in it,
That you didn't take and sign it,
That little Tariff Law —
'Tis the best I ever saw,
In my coffers cash to draw.
When I put you on my farm, sir,
You know I told your marm, sir,
That I feared you'd do me harm, sir,
And make your master jaw.
J A W, jaw;
You shall have sir, if not the law.

Cho. — When I raised you from your station,
You know you were a poor relation —
If I'd give you a situation,
You said you'd sign that law.

Now, John, you've done it, ha'nt you —
You precious little saint, you;

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You're a pretty fellow, a'nt you,
To set your will for law —
But not a fig or straw
Do you care for honor or law.
You'd better be looking about, sir,
For the moment your lease is out, sir,
You will feel without any doubt, sir,
The weight of this huge paw.
P A W, paw;
You'll feel it, if not the law.

Cho. — When I raised you from your station, &c.

When I set black Dan to watch you,
I hardly thought he would catch you,
With a Loco Foco match, you!
Among my hay and straw —
Instead of signing that law,
The cash in my box to draw,
The moment he turns his back, sir,
You are peeping through some crack, sir,
Or giving someone a whack, sir,
Setting up your will for law —
F L A W, flaw,
You can't pick in the law.

Cho. — When I raised you from your station, &c.

My Yankee lads away, sir,
You are turning every day, sir,
And bringing from Botany Bay, sir,
New chaps unhung and raw —
The know my Tariff Law
With hemp their necks will draw!

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My jennies no longer spinning,
My girls no money winning,
My cotton fields beginning
To make me curse and jaw.
J A W, jaw,
You said you'd sign that law.
Cho. — When I took you from your station, &c.

You are ever mischief brewing,
My farm is going to ruin,
My workmen swearing and suing,
Because no cash they draw —
It makes them fret and jay,
To think you won't sign that law.
Of my farm you've sold the land, sir,
Which I gave my boys in hand, sir,
And you pocket the rent as grand, sir,
As if I hadn't a paw —
P A W, paw,
The hugest that ever you saw.
Cho. — When I took you from your station, &c.

Why — where did you go to school, John,
That you think me such a fool, John,
As the roost to let you rule, John,
And make your will the law —
Why, what a chap! Haw! Haw!
You're as bright as Governor Daw!
I took you to befriend you,
But soon I back must back send you,
Without a "recommend," you

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Stupid Johnny Raw,
R A W, raw,
I find you're not worth a straw.

Cho. — When I took you from your station, &c.

Be packing up your duds, sir,
I want to see you scud, sir,
You've got me in the mud, sir,
My team you cannot draw!
Why didn't you sign that law?
Such a goose I never saw!
Next time I'll have better luck, sir,
I've spoke to OLD KENTUCK, sir,
To take my farm, and chuck, sir.
You off among the straw —
With his P A W, paw,
He's the man to sign the law.

Cho. — When I took you from your station,
You know you were a poor relation —
If I'd give you a situation,
Didn't you say you'd sign that law?