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 deadAnd 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 tripesI blow into the pipes—It's oh! for the honors that never come!"'Twas the dolorous blabOf a tramping "scab"—'Twas the eloquent SwiftOf the marvelous gift—The wild, weird, wonderful gift of gab!
"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 deadAnd 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 tripesI blow into the pipes—It's oh! for the honors that never come!"'Twas the dolorous blabOf a tramping "scab"—'Twas the eloquent SwiftOf the marvelous gift—The wild, weird, wonderful gift of gab!