We'd have nothin' much to wear if we depended on the Tariff, 

 And the Trusts that I'm protectin' ain't no kin o' mine, says I. 



And I've got a sly suspicion, if j/ou'd promised Low Revision, 



Down she'd went as sure as shootin', or you'd knowed the reason why. 



And it's welcome to you, Teddy, welcome hovie ! 

 X~\ To the land qf the shackled and the free. 

 Hail Columbia's scrappy land, sir ! We're a-waitin' with a band, sir. 



And our heart-strings are a-playi?i' up in G. 

 Don't take off your huntin' costume, Mr. Ted ! 



Go and chase them wolves that's 'neath the Senate's dome again — 

 ■See, that Elephant run amuck, sir — take a crack at him for luck, sir ! 



Honest, Teddy, ain't it bully to be home again .' 



As you paddled Lake Nyanza with some black -skinned Sancho Panza, 

 XX While the wicked up to Congress was conspirin' with the slick. 

 Us folks murmured, feelin' queer, sir, If the Proper Sort was here, sir, 



Sure there'd be no moss a-growin' on the little old Big Stick." 

 And we longed, some way 'r nother, for a sort of Stronger Brother 



Who could strike where we was helpless and could roar where we was dumb, 

 Who knew Justice from a saw-buck and the Truth without a law-book : 



So we've waited for you, Teddy, — and we're powerful glad you've come. 



AND it's welcome to you, Teddy, welcome home ! 

 Jlm. To the land that is yours as well as mine. 

 Hear the salvos shake and quiver from the valley, from the river 



To the forest and the wheat field and the vine ! 

 There is something more than Backet in our noise ; 



It's a symphony of heart-throbs and a pome " again. 

 And the meaning, can't you guess it ? How we struggle to express it ! 

 Honest, Teddy, ain't it bully to be home again ! " 



