'Tis time we got up and did something about it.

'Tis time them chaps down there heard the tramp o' the farmers' cowhide boots, comin' to inquire into this.

And they'll soon hear 'em.

They'll soon hear the tramp o' them old cowhides from Maine to Texas.
"Over in our town we have got a big stone mortar.

It will hold a bushel of corn.