They had grim border rurrians, I'll bring to your mind And they've plenty more left of the very same kind They drank from a flask and played cards on the way And the children looked on on this Seventeenth day Sing tural i lural +c, They had Ohio yankees of Western Reserve Who live upon cheese ginger cake and preserve Abolition's their doctrine their prop and their staff And they'll fight for a sixpence an hour and a half Sing tural i lural +c. Now was it not kind in these good simple clowns To amuse all the children in both of our towns To shut up their work shops and spend all their money To black up their faces, get tight, and be funny Sing tural i lural +c. They called it a council of freemen you know But I told you before 'twas a great baby show For when they had met they had nothing to say But poor bleeding kandas and ten cents a day Sing tural i lural +c.