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The doctor, with an effort big
To speak, defined himself “a Whig”;
The farmer and the blacksmith, both
Said they wore Democratic cloth;
The miller, biting off a quid,
Said he thought “just as doctor did”;
Old “Mose” would not define at all;
The wit, lean'd back against the wall,
His chair uplifted on two legs,
Shaving a pine stick into pegs,
Said, not much difference he could see
'Twixt tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee
(Original with him, no doubt,
But since then quoted all about).
You're right, my friend, the stranger said,
I've little wisdom in my head,
And yet abroad have seen some things
Your speech to recollection brings;
And I will tell a little story
About the road to fame and glory.
To speak, defined himself “a Whig”;
The farmer and the blacksmith, both
Said they wore Democratic cloth;
The miller, biting off a quid,
Said he thought “just as doctor did”;
Old “Mose” would not define at all;
The wit, lean'd back against the wall,
His chair uplifted on two legs,
Shaving a pine stick into pegs,
Said, not much difference he could see
'Twixt tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee
(Original with him, no doubt,
But since then quoted all about).
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I've little wisdom in my head,
And yet abroad have seen some things
Your speech to recollection brings;
And I will tell a little story
About the road to fame and glory.
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