Doc never wuz much hand to pay
attention to p'tence
And fuss-and-feathers and display
in men o' prominence:
"A railly great man," Sifers 'lows,
"is not the out'ard dressed—
All uniform, salutes and bows,
and swellin' out his chest.
XCIII
"I met a great man onc't," Doc says,
"and shuk his hand," says he,
"And he come 'bout in one, I guess,
o' disapp'intin' me—
He talked so common-like, and brought
his mind so cle'r in view
And simple-like, I purt'-nigh thought,
'I'm best man o' the two!'"
XCIV
Yes-sir! Doc's got convictions and
old-fashioned kind o' ways
And idies 'bout this glorious Land
o' Freedom; and he'll raise
His hat clean off, no matter where,
jes ever' time he sees
The Stars and Stripes a-floatin' there
and flappin' in the breeze.