My Tongue Speak What My Heart Thinks.

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.

I Know Nothing, By Experience, Of Party Discipline. I Would Rather Be A Raccoon-dog, And Belong To A Negro In The Forest, Than To Belong To Any Party, Further Than To Do Justice To All, And To Promote The Interests Of My Country. The Time Will And Must Come, When Honesty Will Receive Its Reward, And When The People Of This Nation Will Be Brought To A Sense Of Their Duty, And Will Pause And Reflect How Much It Cost Us To Redeem Ourselves From The Government Of One Man.

Look At My Arms, You Will Find No Party Hand-cuff On Them.

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.

You Can All Go To Hell. I’m Going To Texas.