The Young Invincible
J.H. JOHNSON, SONG PUBLISHER, CARD & JOB PRINTER, No. 7 North Tenth St., above Market, PHILADELPHIA.
The Young Invincible.
I sing of a Nincumpoop so galliant and gay,
Who night after night, from his parients doth stray,
The Invincibles seduced him with cape, cap, and gold,
If he can’t vote he can be a supe though but 18 years old.
The Invincibles have altered their constitution and Laws,
And to increase their membership have inserted this clause,
If you wish to split rails like Abraham of old,
The entering wedge is, are you eighteen years old.
The Office Holders campaign club has sickened their men
If they don’t come to time they can’t turn out again,
And after Woodburry they’d be buried quite cold,
If ’twere not for those darling Boy’s only 18 years old.
Now my dear young Nincumpoop don’t be such a tool,
Take off your bright copperhead and go back to school,
For on the day of election you’ll surely be told,
You can’t vote you’re not old enough only eighteen years old.