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The Patriotic League

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Behold! the biased foes of Right     Are conscious of their danger,     Theyre startled by the dawning light,     So very long a stranger.     And fearing for their rotting laws,     Whose reign is nearly ended,     To study out the Peoples cause     At last theyve condescended.     And this they call the Peoples Cause,     Why this is insurrection!     They would revoke the very laws     We made for our protection!     An equal right with us they claim!     Theyll rob us by and by, sir!     Well form a league and steal a name     And tell another lie, sir.     They took to gloss a base intrigue     A name that was demotic.     They stole a name and formed a league     And called it Patriotic.     Theyve resurrected ancient lies,     The world had most forgotten,     The liars think the world will rise     To back a Cause thats rotten.     I know their creed, and know it well,     Too mean are its creators     To hope for heaven, or fear the hell     Theyd make for agitators.     Old as the hills, and quite as dense     Though shaking like a jelly.     Time honoured to magnificence,     Religion of the Belly!

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