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THE JUBILEE

Nauticus loquitur

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 y' jest 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!