"The time has been when no harsh sounds would fall Stand for B -g! and declare That the smoke is nobly grand, That it purifies the air, Tills and fructifies the land! Q Stand for B-g! What! and wink Stand, and like a coward shrink From my bounden duties too! Stand for B- g! never more, Till the poor man dare be free As that God the Heavens adore Formed and destined him to be! Till he dare a freeman go, Of no dastard spy afraid; And, as every man should do, Vote unbiassed, undismayed: Fearless, though a D— there Vauntingly should take his stand, And with proud presumptuous air, Despot-like, his men command; Fearless, though a T-should His unmanly bearing show, By those voters understood Who that haughty tyrant know; Fearless, though a C- should be, With his dark deceitful eye, At the polling booth to see, Who should dare his word defy; Fearless, once again I say, Though that senseless, brainless man, B-, like some beast of prey, Shall be there the votes to scan. Stand for B-g! yes, I may, When the men their man can choose; But till that far distant day I shall like a man refuse. Stand for B-g! never more, Till the poor man dare be free As that Gop the Heavens adore Formed and destined him to be. When he dare, I'll stand again, For I dearly love the place For the few brave-hearted men Who that ward so nobly grace : Men whose friendship does not share In the meteor's sudden blaze Men whose friendship will compare With the sun's eternal rays: Like the sun each day the same, Ever true and sound at heart, Burning with a constant flame, Joy and gladness to impart. And, whate'er my fate may be, As revolving years roll on, Like the billows of the sea, Here, and then for ever gone: |