"I would not vote for Cleveland, No," said little Tommy Reed,
"I’d stand for these United States, I swear I would indeed.—"
And all the people, east and west, joined in the loud applause
That greeted Thomas Reed, of Maine, defender of their cause.
But ah! the disappointment deep—the ague vast and cold
When valiant Thomas Reed, of Maine, supported bonds for gold.
The Rothschilds’ bargain, laws defied,—the nation’s open shame—
Grover and all—were ratified by Thomas Reed, of Maine.
Oh never, sure, the west shall more lean on a broken Reed
Nor sacrifice her best before the golden god of greed;
But common people, north and south, will make it mighty plain
There’ll be a presidential drouth for Tommy Reeds, of Maine.