What I Have Seen #5

I saw a Christian, a temperance man, Casting his ballot one day at the polls: One who believes he does what he can Toward the reclaiming and saving of souls. And may be he does-may be he does! I don't say he doesn't, but may be he does! I saw his candidate sipping his beer, Wiping his moustache and lapping his jaws; And I said to myself, 'It's decidedly queer, If this is the man that should help make our laws.' But may be he is-may be he is! I won't say it outright, but may be he is! I saw an old drunkard fall in the street: I saw my Christian man mournfully pass, And mournfully say to the sot at his feet: 'I have done what I could for such wrecks, but, alas!' Well, may be he had-may be he had! I don't say he hadn't, but may be he had! I know a party that's forming to-day, Made out of men that are loyal and brave: They will sweep liquor taxes and tariffs away, For they never will vote for a drinking old knave. You see if they do! you see if they do! I don't say I know, but you see if they do!