He looked so grand, and chopped so steadily,
That toadies all flocked to admire so readily;
And he eyed the old geese with an ogle so sweet,
That this woodcutter ne’er was in want of a seat.
What sights of soft folks he cajol’d with his speeches,
All polished so fair, and so “painted” withal;
His partisans stuck to his side like leeches,
And the G.O.M. lorded it over them all.
Oft times were his enemies gibing and jeering,
But ’twas all one to Bill, their groaning or cheering;