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Almost awake? Why, what is this, and whence,
O ye right loyal men, all undefiled?
Has hitch'd her pullies to each heavy eye-lid?
Yet wherefore else that start, which discomposes
The drowsy waters lingering in your eye?
And are you really able to descry
Yet flatter you I cannot, that your wit
Is much improved by this long loyal dosing;
Now cluttering to the Treasury Cluck, like chicken,
Now with small beaks the ravenous Bill opposing; With serpent-tongue now stinging, and now licking,
Now semi-sibilant, now smoothly glozing
Now having faith implicit that he can't err,
Hoping his hopes, alarm’d with his alarms; And now believing him a sly inchanter,
Yet still afraid to break his brittle charms,
Lest some mad Devil suddenly unhamp'ring,
Slap-dash ! the imp should fly off with the steeple, On revolutionary broom-stick scampering.
O ye soft-headed and soft-hearted people,
If you can stay so long from slumber free, My muse shall make an effort to salute 'e:
For lo! a very dainty simile Flash'd sudden through my brain, and 'twill just suit 'e!
You know that water-fowl that cries, Quack! quack !?
Full often have I seen a waggish crew Fasten the Bird of Wisdom on it's back,
The ivy-haunting bird, that cries, Tu-whoo!
Both plunged together in the deep mill-stream,
(Mill-stream, or farm-yard pond, or mountain-lake,) Shrill, as a Church and Constitution scream, Tu-Whoo! quoth BROAD-FACE, and down dives the
The green-neck'd Drake once more pops up to view,
Stares round, cries Quack! and makes an angry pother ; Then shriller screams the bird with eye-lids blue,
The broad-faced bird! and deeper dives the other. Ye quacking Statesmen! 'tis even so with you
One peasecod is not liker to another.
Even so on Loyalty's Decoy-pond, each
Pops up his head, as fir'd with British blood, Hears once again the Ministerial screech,
And once more seeks the bottom's blackest mud !