Volume 107 — THE PIOUS LYNCHER'S CREED.
Reading edition
(Adapted from the Biglow Papers for the benefit of parsonic defenders of the pleasant practice of Lynching.)
I du believe in righteous Law— Save when it Hate embarrasses— But I du hate the holy jaw Of them plump British Pharisees! No White Man ought untried to swing, Be grilled, or sliced to jiggers; But Lynch Law is a kind o' thing That quite agrees with niggers! I du believe "beans" I may give To Pompey or to Cæsar. The dog has nary right to live Save as I chance to please, Sir; It aint no use to cant to me— If you'd a cowhide whip shun— Of conscience or humanity, Or rot of that description. I du believe the wust o' trash Is talk o' Christian kindness; The "coons" we'll hang, or roast, or thrash, In wrath's red fits o' blindness. We'll rule, if not with rope and ball, Why then with stake and scorcher. Lynch Law, to make it stick at all, Must be backed up by—Torture!