Show A POETIC LAMENT alio hard fate of eai alio beautiful afi verse 0 elia fate at last was hard hoisted by his own petard ilia own hand placed the dynamite his own foot forced it his own gave the signal cry that tossed his shattered limbs on high he flourished like a green bay tree his spreading top was fair to see he raised his depear and cleared the lists he ran lie mill with his own griets he held the breach ho filled the pap drew inspiration from tho tap held up the hands of all who came to lift poor utah up to fame the civilizing fame that springs from taproots taprooms tap rooms and things exponent of the one manpower ho was a citadel and tower talk of the nants hierarchy but a babe compared to he they only arko poor single man would boheme a little now and then he stamped his foot cried get you gone and presto he was left alone dont mention queen victorias might by constitutional right and never dreams of sitting down beneath the prestige of the crown and simply vetoing for fun what En glands parliament has done did king or queen but try this game the english cheek would burn with shame and english lips would raso the shout of ancient saxon hearts come despots of the north and east from russian czar to brahmin priest and learn from this kentucky floar to treat things with heroic power LAMEST shed the unavailing tear and drape with woe the patriots bier come katie flint and with you bring the other virgins of the ring chaste mrs field and davenport and other damsels of that sort youre the chief mourners wet your eyes and make your howlings how linga rend the skies and gather as you move along marshals and pimps a goodly throat let each saloon open its door your mournful phalanx more and bring along the abune crew and dont forget whatever wh ateer you do to invite the little drunken cuss eliat runs the ogden he holds the patriot banner high although hes only half a lie the other half they keep in hell A pledge for using this half well thus mooring to some public square pour your wild grief in this dirge there flesh of our flesh beao of our bone 0 who shall aureo us now youre gone 0 who upon those glorious days when patriots sing their loyal lays shall deck our chariot and on high Makes jars and striped above us fly 0 who when our saloons are lit and everything is jair and fit shall with his royal presence come and make our house for hours his home so free and easy fair and tall the noblest roman of them all true that harry tom and dick may for a season with us stick and we may do the best we can with some poor scrub inferior man but while green grass greets water blue 0 eli we shall mourn for you ANON OGDEN march |