On the shores of far Ohio
Lives a corps that’s strong and true
Leading lives by one stern motto;
“Silver’s letters shan’t get through!
“You may write him in the morning
By a light that’s pure and pale
You may write by misty moonlight
Silver shall not get his mail.
“He can look for them with lanterns
Or perhaps a dowser’s stick
A precious few may dribble through
But they will not get there quick.
“Our lot is hard and lonely
And our numbers sad and few
Still, we have our consolation
Silver’s letters don’t get through!”