And how it rises, trips and scans?

You keep the sacred memory yet,

Republicans? Republicans?

You know the way the words were hurled,

To break the worst of fortune’s rub?

I give the toast across the world,

And drink it, “Gentlemen: the Club.”

FOOTNOTES:

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But do not think I shall explain
To any great extent. Believe me,
I partly write to give you pain,
And if you do not like me, leave me.