"Tig most unjust," said they, "We're subject to' taxation, And yet we have no say Within: the City's Council, Nor any chunoo to grease The mighty wheels of business,—You must not call it squeeze—
"Oh! who will give us freedom And councitiors two or three? For then we'll all be happy And rich as rich can be."
Then up ros Ezra Moses, A. guileless man was he, Who cared not for the dollars And lived it poverty, Said ho unto the Chinese, "No better friends have ye, Than I and Brother Little Who long to set you free."
"Kf they won't give you members, Let's leave the place," said he, OF mush cow and the bee.
"And go to that dear country "I mean the land of Palestine, That great and happy state, Where al! can drink the cup that cheers And not irebriate, "Where no one does' his neighbour, And no one is in woe.
For though there is taxation, The rates are very low.
"Ah! when I seo you suffer, My heart with grief is wrung, I long to make long speeches Bat mino's no golden tong turn to my dear' comrade, Who is bot!: good and wise, And always very truthful Frowning on al(l)-ko-lies.
"He'll tall you all my feelings. Oh! brothers, brothers mine! It voters should prove cruel, Li's go to Palestine."*
Then up rose Little Aaron, 'A faithful man was he, The merchants all did love him For his sincerity.
"I stand forth as the spokesman Of the oppressed," said he, "By my golden eloquence soon shall set you free.
"The ratepayers are Egyptians Who do nat know the law, Foreing yea to make the bricks With very little straw.
"'Gainst them and their oppression Please rise with all your might, And at the coming meeting We'll have " splendid fight.
"And if we should be beaten Due to our weak combine, Why then we'll follow Ezia And go to Palestine, "Yet first, in tender kindness, It all persuasion fails, Weill take the things that spoil them, Their dollars and their taels.
"They may sot like our methods, Perhaps will call them squeeze, But then they all should perish' By drowning in the seas."
Alas! that humin planning Should gang so oft agley, Meeting wa; held as usual—'Twas a most fateful day— he leaders did their utmost Speaking beth long and well; And then with shrieks of anguish Both Jew, and Gentile fell.
And now 21 dear old Shanghai Where myrtle doth entwine, Their bodies both lie buried, And ud in Palestine.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.