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Show The K.ing of ihe TenTer Cent. (Submitted to J. F. S. as being possibly suitable ' for a State Anthem.) My lay sounds the praise of a prophet whose ways Are famed as both lavish and free; Who wieldeth a sword in the name of the Lord The prophet aforesaid is me. In my ominous sway, all the white serfs obey, With their caputs submissively bent; For I am the Lord of the pine and the sward And the King of the Ten Per Cent. The Moslem chief is a mendicant thief, Looking for lucre and loot; But the grafting I do is a marvel to view I and the saccharine Smoot. At the laws others fear I jauntily jeer, For I was selected and sent To garner the gold from the gullible fold As the King of the Ten Per Cent. No kingly Aztec ever grasped a kopek With the same munificent ease As I gather the pelf, for mine and myself, In this primitive diocese. And no foolish poo-bah or licentious pasha, By heaven or hades sent, Is quite the whole show, as is Sagamore Joe, The King of the Ten Per Cent. No sceptre I bear, I'm an alien to Care, And the widow, all shrunken and pale, May weep at the door, but avaunt on the poor! Her pleadings shall never avail. Though the Union may rant, .1 am still adamant, With pelf and polygamy blent; All their laws I defy who is greater than I, The King of the Ten Per Cent? |