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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

Humorous Poems: II. Miscellaneous

What Mr. Robinson Thinks

James Russell Lowell (1819–1891)

GUVENER B. is a sensible man;

He stays to his home an’ looks arter his folks;

He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can,

An’ into nobody’s tater-patch pokes;—

But John P.

Robinson he

Sez he wunt vote for Guvener B.

My! ain’t it terrible? Wut shall we du?

We can’t never choose him o’ course,—thet ’s flat;

Guess we shall hev to come round, (don’t you?)

An’ go in fer thunder an’ guns, an’ all that;

Fer John P.

Robinson he

Sez he wunt vote for Guvener B.

Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man:

He ’s ben on all sides thet give places or pelf;

But consistency still wuz a part of his plan,—

He ’s ben true to one party,—an’ thet is himself;—

So John P.

Robinson he

Sez he shall vote for Gineral C.

Gineral C. has gone in fer the war;

He don’t vally principle more ’n an old cud;

Wut did God make us raytional creeturs fer,

But glory an’ gunpowder, plunder an’ blood?

So John P.

Robinson he

Sez he shall vote for Gineral C.

We were gittin’ on nicely up here to our village,

With good old idees o’ wut ’s right an’ wut ain’t,

We kind o’ thought Christ went agin war an’ pillage,

An’ thet eppylets worn’t the best mark of a saint;

But John P.

Robinson he

Sez this kind o’ thing ’s an exploded idee.

The side of our country must ollers be took,

An’ President Polk, you know, he is our country;

An’ the angel thet writes all our sins in a book

Puts the debit to him, an’ to us the per contry;

An’ John P.

Robinson he

Sez this is his view o’ the thing to a T.

Parson Wilbur he calls all these argimunts lies;

Sez they ’re nothin’ on airth but jest fee, faw, fum:

And thet all this big talk of our destinies

Is half ov it ign’ance, an’ t’ other half rum;

But John P.

Robinson he

Sez it ain’t no sech thing; an’, of course, so must we.

Parson Wilbur sez he never heerd in his life

Thet th’ Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats,

An’ marched round in front of a drum an’ a fife,

To git some on ’em office, an’ some on ’em votes;

But John P.

Robinson he

Sez they didn’t know everythin’ down in Judee.

Wal, it ’s a marcy we ’ve gut folks to tell us

The rights an’ the wrongs o’ these matters, I vow,—

God sends country lawyers, an’ other wise fellers,

To drive the world’s team wen it gits in a slough;

Fer John P.

Robinson he

Sez the world ’ll go right, ef he hollers out Gee!