I'm the Yankee, to whip all creation,
And _own_ all creation al-so;
If rivals should seek explanation,
I tip them the name of MONROE;
I'll tip them the name of MONROE,
The doctrine called after MONROE;
And 'tisn't surprising that I should keep rising
Whilst holding that doctrine MONROE!
Of the universe _I_'ll be director,
That's quite in accord with MONROE;
And if there's no room for the others,
The others, of course, have to _go_,
When I tip them the name of MONROE,
The doctrine named after MONROE;
Though to them abhorrent, with me it is current,
Then hurrah for old Snap-up MONROE!
From the President's chair it was stated,
Like rooster our Eagle will crow;
And if lesser fowls kick up shindies,
We'll tip 'em the name of MONROE,
The magnanimous name of MONROE,
The doctrine named after MONROE;
O'er world-wide dominions a-waving its pinions
Our Eagle will squeal--for MONROE!
Thus I'll blow myself out, and my fixings
From ocean to ocean shall go,
And from pole to pole also; all hemispheres
Pan out for me,--ask MONROE!
Ask octopus-handed MONROE!
The doctrine--improved--of MONROE!
Some folk think his way hard, but I shall tell BAYARD
To stick to the text of MONROE!
Our ambassador must be--in London--
A smart go-a-head plenipo,
And, if SALISBURY does cut up didos,
Must tip him the name of MONROE;
Explain to him Mr. MONROE,
And the doctrine called after MONROE.
Then, if things look squiffy, buck-down in a jiffy,
And drop--for the present--MONROE!
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