I

From the land of logs and peaches
Came a callow jay-bird dressed
In homespun coat and breeches
And a gaudy velvet vest;
His eyes were red and wistful,
And he gawped a rural stare,
Yet, withal, he had a fistful
Of the stuff that speeds the mare.

II

9 to 4.

III

Confound the tarnal tallies
That mulct the callow jay!
Confound the sharp that dallies
With Detroit's wealth to-day!
Confound the fate that teaches
The jay to warble low!
But bless the land of peaches
Where the royal suckers grow!