OVER THE BORDERO, justice, you have fled, to dwellIn Mexico, unstrangled,Lest you should hang as high as—well,As Haman dangled.(I know not if his cord he twanged,Or the King proved forgiving.'Tis hard to think of Haman hanged,And Haymond living.)Yes, as I said: in mortal fearTo Mexico you journeyed;For you were on your trial here,And ill attorneyed.The Law had long regarded youAs an extreme offender.Religion looked upon you, too,With thoughts untender.The Press to you was cold as snow,For sin you'd always call so.In Politics you werede trop,In Morals also.All this is accurately trueAnd, faith! there might be more said;But—well, to save your thrapple youFled, as aforesaid.You're down in Mexico—that's plainAs that the sun is risen;For Daniel Burns, down there, his chainDrags round in prison.
O, justice, you have fled, to dwellIn Mexico, unstrangled,Lest you should hang as high as—well,As Haman dangled.(I know not if his cord he twanged,Or the King proved forgiving.'Tis hard to think of Haman hanged,And Haymond living.)Yes, as I said: in mortal fearTo Mexico you journeyed;For you were on your trial here,And ill attorneyed.The Law had long regarded youAs an extreme offender.Religion looked upon you, too,With thoughts untender.The Press to you was cold as snow,For sin you'd always call so.In Politics you werede trop,In Morals also.All this is accurately trueAnd, faith! there might be more said;But—well, to save your thrapple youFled, as aforesaid.You're down in Mexico—that's plainAs that the sun is risen;For Daniel Burns, down there, his chainDrags round in prison.