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And so he went on, till he'd finished his round— Had laid out his corns and measured his ground— And the head politicians he firmly had bound, To follow and swallow his wisdom profound. Ee too-ral, loo-ral, &c.
Now I'll tickle New York, said our cunning old coon, A word to the wise was sufficient, and soon The New Yorkers adopted the very same tune, And exhibited Millard at Niblo's saloon. Re too-ral, loo-ral, &c.
Now, said he, the Whig party has gone to the dogs, But the Know Nothing team right merrily jogs, I think that I will, e're I'm lost in the fogs, Undergo dark-lantern baptism by Scroggs. Re too-ral, loo-ral, &c.
Then fearing to answer, ah, yes or no, Said he to himself, I to Europe will go, And there my magnificent figure I'll show,— Shake hands with the Queen, and kiss the Pope's toe. He too-ral, loo-ral, &c.
So thither he went, and travelled about, And had a good time, I have'nt a doubt, For he praised all the tyrants, who liberty flout, And then, at the end, returned with the gout. Ee too-ral, loo-ral, ^c.
The first thing he did, when he came o'er the seas, And landed on shore, was to drop on his knees, And say, now elect me your President, please, You know I have taken all of the degrees. Ee too-ral loo-ral, &c.
To his home, in the west of New-York, then he goes, And a horrible plot began to disclose,
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