But something must have happened him, Right curi’s I’ll be bound, ’Cause I heard ’em talking ’bout a circle That he was swinging round. But everything will pass away— He went like time and tide— And when the next election came They let poor Andy slide. But now we have a President, And if I was a man I’d vote for him for breaking up The wicked Ku-Klux Klan. And if any man should ask me If I would sell my vote, I’d tell him I was not the one To change and turn my coat; If freedom seem’d a little rough I’d weather through the gale; And as to buying up my vote, I hadn’t it for sale. I do not think I’d ever be As slack as Jonas Handy; Because I heard he sold his vote For just three sticks of candy. But when John Thomas Reeder brought His wife some flour and meat, And told her he had sold his vote For something good to eat. You ought to seen Aunt Kitty raise, And heard her blaze away; She gave the meat and flour a toss, And said they should not stay. And I should think he felt quite cheap For voting the wrong side; And when Aunt Kitty scolded him, He just stood up and cried. But the worst fooled man I ever saw, Was when poor David Rand Sold out for flour and sugar; The sugar was mixed with sand. I’ll tell you how the thing got out; His wife had company, And she thought the sand was sugar, And served it up for tea. When David sipped and sipped the tea, Somehow it didn’t taste right; I guess when he found he was sipping sand, He was mad enough to fight. The sugar looked so nice and white— It was spread some inches deep— But underneath was a lot of sand; Such sugar is mighty cheap. You’d laughed to seen Lucinda Grange Upon her husband’s track; When he sold his vote for rations She made him take ’em back. Day after day did Milly Green Just follow after Joe, And told him if he voted wrong To take his rags and go. I think that Curnel Johnson said His side had won the day, Had not we women radicals Just got right in the way.