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 The thing would back the box car; Suspicious I might lead him astray, As he had to be at Florence this very day, So he rose to an engine in transitu, And found what I had told him true; He then took a seat on a pile of rocks, And gave cousin Sam sone knocks; I told him of the late rail law, Which was caused by the war, And no passports for citizens, But soldiers and Government men; That the Habeas Corpus he so decried, Was the cit that now could ride, His eyes sneered up, is that the man I’ve heard of, not seen, spoke aginagain [sic], Who for so little could give such pain; He had no time to get a passport, So had a paper, to me would show it, And his occupation too; How the soldiers he treated to Dinners ever since the war began, Daily given free to soldiers ten; I told him his paper would do, In two hours we were in Kingville too, The railmen also did come along, It takes them too to make my song, But never knew what the meeting meant, Nor whether for good or evil intent, They did business with closed doors, Custom of Congress ev’ry one knows; Hope they did not get a flea in their ear,