The Unpardonable Sin + 

I reckon that ye never knew, + 

That dandy slugger, Tom Carew. + 

He had a touch as light an’ free + 

As that of any honey-bee; + 

But where it lit there wasn’t much + 

To jestify another touch. + 

O, what a Sunday-school it was + 

To watch him puttin’ up his paws + 

An’ roominate upon their heft⁠— + 

Particular his holy left! + 

Tom was my style⁠—that’s all I say; + 

Some others may be equal gay. + 

What’s come of him? Dunno, I’m sure; + 

He’s dead⁠—which make his fate obscure. + 

I only started in to clear + 

One vital p’int in his career, + 

Which is to say⁠—afore he died + 

He soiled his erming mighty snide. + 

Ye see he took to politics + 

And learnt them statesmen-fellers’ tricks; + 

Pulled wires, wore stovepipe hats, used scent, + 

Just like he was the President; + 

Went to the Legislater; spoke + 

Right out agin the British yoke⁠— + 

But that was right. He let his hair + 

Grow long to qualify for Mayor, + 

An’ once or twice he poked his snoot + 

In Congress like a low galoot! + 

It had to come⁠—no gent can hope + 

To wrastle God agin the rope. + 

Tom went from bad to wuss. Being dead, + 

I s’pose it oughtn’t to be said, + 

For sech inikities as flow + 

From politics ain’t fit to know. + 

But, if you think it’s actin’ white + 

To tell it⁠—Thomas throwed a fight! + 