It don’t seem hardly right, John,
  When both my hands was full,
To stump me to a fight, John,—
  Your cousin, tu, John Bull!
Old Uncle S., sez he, “I guess
  We know it now,” sez he,
“The Lion’s paw is all the law,
  Accordin’ to J. B.,
  Thet ’s fit for you and me!”

You wonder why we ’re hot, John?
  Your mark...