He journeyed all creation through, A peddler's wagon, trotting in; A haggard man, of sallow hue, Upon his nose the goggles blue, And in his cart a model U- niversal nigger-cotton-gin- niversal nigger-cotton-gin. His seedy garb was sad to view-- Hard seemed the strait he'd gotten in; He plainly couldn't boast a _sou_, And meanly fared on water-gru- el, or had swallowed whole a U- niversal nigger-cotton gin- niversal nigger-cotton-gin. To all he met--Turk, Christian, Jew-- He meekly said, 'I'm not in tin; In fact I'm in a serious stew, And therefore offer unto you, At half its worth, my model U- niversal nigger-cotton-gin- niversal nigger-cotton-gin. 'As sure as four is two and two, It rules the world we're plotting in; It made and ruined Yankee Doo- dle, stuck to him like Cooper's glue, And so to you would stick this U- niversal nigger-cotton-gin- niversal nigger-cotton-gin.' Now Johnny Bull the peddler knew, And thus replied with not a grin: 'Hi loves your 'gin' like London brew- ed ale, but loathes the hinstitu- tion vitch propels your model U- niversal nigger-cotton-gin- niversal nigger-cotton-gin. 'Hi knows such coves as you a few, And, zur, just now, hi'm not in tin; Hi tells you vot, great Yankee Doo- dle might hincline to put me through Hif hi should buy your model U- niversal nigger-cotton-gin- niversal nigger-cotton-gin.' Then spake smooth Monsieur _Parlez-vous_, Whose gilded throne was got in sin,-- (As was he too, if tales are true): 'I does not vant your modal U-' (He sounds a V for W) 'niversal nigger-cotton-gin- niversal nigger-cotton-gin. A negar in de fence I view-- Your grand machine he's rotting in; I smells him now, he stinketh! _w-h-e-w_-- _Give me a good tobacco chew_, And you may keeps your modal U- niversal nigger-cotton-gin- niversal nigger-cotton-gin.' The peddler then sloped quickly to The land he was begotten in; With woeful visage, feelings blue, He sadly questioned what to do, When none would buy his model U- niversal nigger-cotton-gin- niversal nigger-cotton-gin. From out his pocket then he drew A rag that _blood_ was clotting in; It had a field of heavenly blue, Was flecked with stars--the very few That glimmered on his model U- niversal nigger-cotton-gin- niversal nigger-cotton-gin. He gazed long on its tarnished hue, And mourned the fix he'd gotten in; Then filled his eyes with contrite dew, As in its folds his nose he blew, And thus addressed his model U- niversal nigger-cotton-gin- niversal nigger-cotton-gin.