Plumbed with Progressive lies,
He'll think his hard, rough hand will wipe
The Squire's and Parson's eyes.
"Broiling—orating—borrowing,
Swelling the rates, he goes.
Reform's raw task he will begin,
But who shall see it close?
Church will be robbed, and Land be sold.
Farewell old-time repose!
"'Tis thanks to you, my loud Rad friends,