Percy Vere

There's a first-rate little fellow And his name is Percy Vere, For he never gives up trying Till he's brought the bacon here.

He's extremely well connected, Goes right back to Robert Bruce, Who, learning from the spider, Never said, "Aw, what's the use!"

You remember when the railways Charged an arbitrarial rate Starting out five cents on every ton And climbing up to eight.

Well, in spite of all objections, We have seen that disappear, And vanish quite completely Like the snows of yester-year.

Then the dry-dock that we needed, Where the vessels can repair— Take a look across the Inlet And you'll see it building there.

Now, this Bureau is delighted, And it's not the least afraid, Because his latest efforts Mean a loss of "Foreign" Trade.

For it's only right and proper That the products of our land Should be duly landed duty free, Not classed as contraband.

So here's a cheer for Percy Vere, Once more bringing home the pork, With the placing of an officer Of Customs at New York.