Classic Poem

Nauticus toquitur

I've heerd some talk of a Jubilee
To celebrate " our " " victory " ; —
Now I'm a chap as follers the sea,
'n' f'r 'z I know, nob'dy'll listen t'me,
B't I'll tell v' lest what's my idee.

When you 'n' a felalh 'z got your grip,
Before y've settled it which can whip,
I won't say nothin'. You let her rip!
Knock him to splinters, chip by chip!
I tell y', shipmates 'n' lan'sm'n too,
There's chaps aboard th't's 'z good 'z you, —
'Twas God A'mighty that made her crew!
FOLKS IS FOLKS ! 'n' that's 'z true
'z that land is black 'n' water blue!

Come tell us, shipmates, ef y' can,
Was there ever a crew sence th' worl' began
That sech a wallopin' had to stan'
'z them poor fellahs th't tried t' man
The great Chicago catamaran?

Wahl, this is what y've had t' do, —
T' lick 'em, — but not t' drown 'em too!
There's some good fellahs, 'n' not a few
That's a swimmin' about, all chilled 'n' blue,
'n' wants t' be h'isted aboard o' you!

Come, drowning foes! your friends we'll be, —
We've licked! Haw! haw! You're licked! Hee! hee!
Hooraw for you! Horraw for we!
We'll wait till the whole wide land is free,
And then we'll have our JUBILEE !