Farewell To Ye All! In The Land

Farewell To Ye All! In The Land Of The Stranger I Rise Or I Fall.

Sorrow, It Is Said, Will Make Even An Oyster Feel Poetical. I Never Tried My Hand At That Sort Of Writing But On This Particular Occasion Such Was My State Of Feeling, That I Began To Fancy Myself Inspired; So I Took Pen In Hand, And As Usual I Went Ahead.

The Enemy Fought With Savage Fury, And Met Death With All Its Horrors, Without Shrinking Or Complaining: Not One Asked To Be Spared, But Fought As Long As They Could Stand Or Sit.

Make Sure You're Right, Then Go Ahead.

I Also Told Them Of The Manner In Which I Had Been Knocked Down And Dragged Out, And That I Didn't Consider It A Fair Fight Any How They Could Fix It. I Put The Ingredients In The Cup Pretty Strong I Tell You, And I Concluded My Speech By Telling Them That I Was Done With Politics For The Present, And They Might All Go To Hell, And I Would Go To Texas.