“WE HAVE MORE MONEY FOR WAR
YET NOT ENOUGH TO FEED THE POOR!”
I COME FROM WAY DOWN RIVER
HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK ON MY LIVER
JUST LET ME SEND A TELEGRAPH
BEFORE YOU ROUSE MY WRATH
DON’T BE IGNORANT IN LIFE
OR GET CAUGHT UP IN STRIFE
AND MY CUP RUNNETH OVER
AS I TRIPPED IN THE RED CLOVER
RIDE ON FOR A LONG ASS TIME
’FORE YOU FIT TO MAKE A RHYME
THOUGH I WALK THE VALLEY OF DEATH
I SHALL DULY CATCH MY BREATH
THY ROD AND THY STAFF
WITH ME AND YOUR LAUGH