Uncle Sam
J. Quinn Brisben
He sat bolt upright in bed
And said God had commanded them
To move to knew country.
By that time the family was used to it.
Next day he loaded the still on the wagon
And prayed, with his gun by his side
So he would get what he was praying for.
We are all his descendants somehow,
That impulse to move on marks us all,
Which is how I knew you.
Welcome, cousin.