<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410062" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hoosier</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We lads that live up in the nobs,<br>Tho' our manners might yet bear a rubbing,<br>We're handy at neat little jobs<br>Such as chopping and hewing and grubbing.<br>Tho' we roost in a cabin of logs,<br>And clapboards lie 'twixt us and heaven,<br>Our mast makes us fine oily hogs,<br>And from hoop-poles we pick a good living.<br>Right quiet -- to a decent degree -- <br>it's seldom we guzzle it deep, Sir,<br>Tho' we don't mind a bit of a spree,<br>Provided the liquor is cheap, Sir.<br>Our neighbours, that live 'cross the drink.<br>May laugh at our fondness for cider,<br>But so long as we pocket their clink<br>They may laugh till their mouths they grow wider.<br>Our gals make our trousers, you see,<br>From that beautiful stuff called tow linen,<br>and in coats of the linsey -- dang me,<br>If we don't look both handsome and winning.<br>Our wives are our weavers, to boot;<br>Ourselves are first rate on a shoe, Sir;<br>We can doctor a tub with a hoop --<br>And hark ! we're our own niggers too, Sir,<br>So here's to our Hoosier land,<br>The sons of its soil and its waters !<br>May the &quot;nullies&quot; ne'er get it in hand,<br>Nor demagogues tear it in tatters.<br>But still may it flourish and push,<br>Thro' vetos and all such tough cases,<br>Till railroads are common as brush,<br>And the nobs are as sleek as your faces.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hew+Ainslie">Hew Ainslie</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410062" data-title="The Hoosier de Hew Ainslie" data-description="We lads that live up in the nobs, Tho' our manners might yet bear a rubbing, We're handy at neat little jobs Such as chopping and hewing and grubbing. Tho' we roost in a cabin of logs, And clapboards lie 'twixt us and heaven, Our mast makes us fin..."></div> </div> </div>

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