From Truth,—as far as he from scar—
The doughty general’s reckless blowing!
Blow, Butler! let us hear the working men replying—
Blow, Butler! answer, people!—“Lying, lying, lying!”
Your yarns, Ben, die in this State’s sky;
They fail in hall, on bench, by river:
The answers roll from poll to poll—
“He lies for ever and for ever.”
Blow, Butler, blow! set your wild statements flying;
Blow, Butler; answer, people!—“Lying, lying, lying!”