It’s the house! it’s the house!
Here prosper the Whigs that with lucre’s vile love,
Have come down from their own vaunted honesty’s sphere
Who put power all former professions above,
And forgot pledges past in the places they’ve here.
And bless’d with the money our pockets give forth,
What placemen the sweets of his office would douse,
For oh! if there be an Inferno on earth,
It’s the house! it’s the house!
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