THE HOGS l. MEN
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Mr.. Ward, with your consent,
We will make known the hogs lament;
We do not wish to censure men,
But merely strive TO clear our pen
From foul aspersions cast upon us
By those who take our freedom from US:
Men cry nuisance is at large,
And stralghtway give their agents charge,
To scour the town through every street,
And pick up all the hogs they meet.
No sooner said than Ills performed
Each alley, lane, and cutters storm'd:
Pigs, dogs and men start in the race,
And bows and women Join the chase.
'Twere well if zoe were blest with shanks
As long as mems who rob the banks;
Then might we stop and take our wind,
And laugh at what we've left behind,
And bless the law that can't perplex us,
When we are safely moored in Texas
But we poor creatures must submit,
The dogs come up, our ears are bit
We strive in vain their hold to break
we pull, they tug we squeal, they shake.
Our masters hear our mournful cries.
And quick each TO our rescue flies.
AT first they scold, then calmly reason,
The officers cry treason, treason.
Tween man and dog, in the affray,
Our ears and tails are torn away.
Now, Mr.. Ward, we do declare
Such treatment is 100 hard to bear
We do not wish to break the law,
We'd rather with the coarsest straw
From day TO day our bodies cram.
Than suffer pain from policeman.
But what can we do when at home?-
From week TO week there's not bone
10 grease our snouts, (parched like brick,
And there's our mistress with a stick
Out, out, you brutes---away, she'll cry
" Fish for yourselves root, hog, or die. =


GRUNrER
CAPITOL Hill.