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A DEMAGOGUE

"Yawp, yawp, yawp! Under the moon and sun. It's aye the rabble, And I to gabble,And hey! for the tale that is never done. "Chant, chant, chant!To woo the reluctant vote. I would I were dead And my say were saidAnd my song were sung to its ultimate note. "Stab, stab, stab!Ah! the weapon between my teeth— I'm sick of the flash of it; See how the slash of itMisses the foeman to mangle the sheath! "Boom, boom, boom!I'm beating the mammoth drum. My nethermost tripes I blow into the pipes—It's oh! for the honors that never come!" 'Twas the dolorous blab Of a tramping "scab"— 'Twas the eloquent Swift Of the marvelous gift—The wild, weird, wonderful gift of gab!