Took the stern seat, Dobbs throwing

   Himself 'midships, and rowing,

    Swift through the stream we slid;

   He pulled awhile, then stopping,

   And both oars slowly dropping,

    His pipe aside he laid,

   Drew a long breath, and taking

   An attitude, and shaking

    His fist towards shore, thus said:—

   "Of all sharp cuts the keenest,

   Of all mean turns the meanest,

    Vilest of all vile jobs,

   Worse than the Cow-Boy pillagers,

   Are these Dobbs' Ferry villagers

    A going back on Dobbs!

   'Twould not be more anom'lous

   If Rome went back on Rom'lus

    (Old rum-un like myself),

   Or Hail Columbia, played out

   By Southern Dixie, laid out

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