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SENSE 'KINLEY'S 'NOGURASHUN.

I bin votin' mighty long,—
Thought 'twuz my salvashun—
Now my hopes don' riz right up,
Sense 'Kinley's 'nogurashun.
Feel so good, I boun' to shout
Jes' like all tarnashun,
'Cause we folks don' struck it rich,
Sense 'Kinley's 'nogurashun.
'Bin to Wash'ton, bless yer soul,
To see de 'nogurashun,
'Kinley tol' me, “Jes' keep still,”
Gwine gimme situashun.
Silver bugs look'd mighty sick,
Standin' roun' de stashun,
To see us gent'mun ridin' in
To 'Kinley's 'nogurashun.
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Gwine to sell my ole gray mule,
Rent out my plantashun;
I nebber 'specks to farm no mo',
Sense 'Kinley's 'nogurashun.
Wheat gwine grow on hen nes' gras'—
'Dout no limitashun;
Chickens roos' right on de groun',
Sense 'Kinley's 'nogurashun.
Gold gwine like de goad vine grow—
We'll git 'siderashun,
'Cause we gwine hab all we want,
Sense de 'nogurashun.
Whi' folks now mus' set right back,
In dis mighty nashun;
'Kinley sez our time is kum,
Sense his 'nogurashun.
Wadermilluns gwine grow wild—
Don't dat beat de nashun!
'Kinley tol' me all dese things,
At de 'nogurashun.
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Tak' hur, whi' folks, lemme kum by;
I wants no botherashun,
Fur dis gent'mun's feelin' large,
Sense de 'nogurashun.
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