That mamma calls him great,
Was he a scrapper of such note,
That he could whip a state?
Did he wear number twenty boots,
And stand full ten feet high,
And would his rapid tiring guns
Knock stars from out the sky?
And when four hundred Spaniards charged,
Did Hobson stand his ground,
And did he meet them face to face
And come out safe and sound?"
My Mamma says: "Ah, yes my son,
Yer mamma has it right,
Our Hobson bravely stood his ground
Nor showed the least affright,
Though some four hundred crowded him
He took 'em one by one,
And fondly kissed each pair o' lips,
Ner stopped till it wuz done."
What! kissed the Spaniard! Can that be."
The Spaniards? Why, my son,
The Spaniards were a thousand miles
From there when this wuz done.
"I'm talking of the wimmen who
Were dressed so sweet and pretty,
Who properly were 'Hobson's choice'
When he wuz in the city.
He might hey seen a Spaniard once
A crossing uv his way,
Er' might o' lived upon a ship
At some time in his day,
But all them things ar' long fergot
Unless my memry's missin',
He rose to fame here in the west
Permiscu'sly a kissin'."
___From The Kansas Standard.
(Madison, Wis.: American Thresherman. 1901)