All On Account Of Mckinley

De turkeys all roost dreffnl high, All on accoun'o' McKinley; An' de moon salla up in de oloudless Bky, All on accoun' o'MeKJnley; De fence am wiy up above my head, Vn de dog bites high'a U he had'n been ted, Whllede tomcal yeils from detopobde shed, All ou accoun' o' McKinley. De carpets ani -Roin' bo ctun ap oex' spring, All on accoun' o' MoKlnley: An' de tenors mus' all a note higlier sing, All on accoun' o' McKinley; He waters in all de rlbbers will risc, An' bread wlll sometimes be plentler'n pies, An' Susie Ann here'll be taller'n Lize. All on accoun' o' McKinley. De heavings will open up by an' by, All on accoun' o' McKinley ; An' we'll go to de glory In a chariot ob fire .An' lift up our volees with the anpelie cholr, An' we'll frow down water to de buruiu' tariff liar. All on accoun' o' McKinley.