Hildrup TubbsI made two fights for the people.First I left my party, bearing the gonfalonOf independence, for reform, and was defeated.Next I used my rebel strengthTo capture the standard of my old party—And I captured it, but I was defeated.Discredited and discarded, misanthropical,I turned to the solace of goldAnd I used my remnant of powerTo fasten myself like a saprophyteUpon the putrescent carcassOf Thomas Rhodes, bankrupt bank,As assignee of the fund.Everyone now turned from me.My hair grew white,My purple lusts grew gray,Tobacco and whisky lost their savorAnd for years Death ignored meAs he does a hog.
I made two fights for the people.First I left my party, bearing the gonfalonOf independence, for reform, and was defeated.Next I used my rebel strengthTo capture the standard of my old party—And I captured it, but I was defeated.Discredited and discarded, misanthropical,I turned to the solace of goldAnd I used my remnant of powerTo fasten myself like a saprophyteUpon the putrescent carcassOf Thomas Rhodes, bankrupt bank,As assignee of the fund.Everyone now turned from me.My hair grew white,My purple lusts grew gray,Tobacco and whisky lost their savorAnd for years Death ignored meAs he does a hog.