That for one day
We all, when the tug comes, may pull the same way.
And now for the man who can never do wrong,
Who’s name’s an electoral lever,
Whose temper is short, and whose speeches are long—
Here’s to the grand old Deceiver:
More than once tried,
Found a blind guide,
Yet still finding legions to fight at his side.
Only for plunder, and only for power,