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Setup your beaver, now you're fit
And with the wind in all your sails,
Your star in the ascendant, The next thing you must do, is cram
The free and independent;
By bribery and lying,
With all your colors flying.
And now you take your rightful place,
Among the sons of Mammon, The full grown representatives
Of humbug and of gammon; Your genius now can show itself,
You're in your proper station, By plucking pigeons you have learned
The way to pluck the nation.
Get some fat office, for you know
And then retire to your nest,
Then you may sit and take your ease,
A good old gray-haired patriarch,
At last when in the grave you're laid,
The green turf growing o'er you, Your epitaph will be a lie,
As big as e'er you swore to: "A Legislator slumbers here,
Whose heart was all affection, He served mankind, and died in hope,
Of a joyful resurrection."
Here Hugh has laid him down to sleep,
His sorrows all are o'er;
Can trouble him no more.
Nane would enjoyed it better; But he was ne'er meant for a world,
Of creditor and debtor.
He had a wee faut o' his ain,
Or maybe he had twa;
Would do nae good ava.
"A bee was in his bonnet;" But yet he had a heart for a',
Wi' ne'er a flaw upon it.
So we'll not summon up his ghost,
His wee bit fauti to tell;
Them better than himself.
More manfully have striven;
For maybe they're forgiven.
How happy would the world have been,
Could he have made it so; There would have been no heavy hearts,
Nor any tears of woe;
The lads would a' had lasses;
Amang her social glasses.
He loved peace above everything,
And often bought it dear;
And sorrow had his tear.
It wasna in his nature;
And said it gaed against the grain,
Yet often when his wrath was roused,
By cruelty or pride, The burning words that fell frae him,
Were very sair to bide; And how he lashed the tittlin' tribe,
Wha deal in spitefu' havers; And so they splattered owre his name,
Wi' wicked clishmaclavers.
Some say his love o' charity,
Had grown to a disease,
That ane owre seldom sees.
A general infection;
A certain sure protection.
He had his enemies,—a fact