—
Union has its troubles
If it is a joy;
If yu don't believe it
See our Fair at Troy.
Take the cars for ten pence,
Cross a bridge for two;
Pay your quarter—enter—
Don't I tell you true?
Look around you sonny!
Gaze around my boy!
Wouldn't you imagine!
You were up at Troy!
Horses, cows and roosters,
Photographs and fruit;
Organs, stoves and bedquilts,
Man and fowl and brute.
Fresh from "Rensler" county!
Don't you see my boy,
What a thing is Union
When you join with Troy!
Troy must have the glory!
Troy must make a show!
Troy can beat its neighbors
People ought to know?
What's the use of talking,
Clear the way for Troy;
That's the way to manage
Union Fairs my boy.
Daily Albany Argus. September 22, 1865: 1 col 4.
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