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The rabblement will string up gratis

The convicts of our apparatus.

By said machine and foresaid books,

Rogues, stigmatized with hanging looks,

We whip and kick and hang ad libitum,

Or take the liberty to gibbet ’em.

If you’re dissatisfied with that,

Our all-efficient verbum sat

Will presto raise almighty mobs,

Inured to cruel dirty jobs.

Those LL. D.s’ of Lynch’s law[17]

Don’t value dignity a straw,

Will thump your worships into chowder

To save expense of ropes and powder.

Those ne plus ultras of atrocity,

By blind and tiger-like ferocity

Disgraceful deeds and ruthless ravages

Have shown themselves outrageous savages.

Yet, whereas Justice has’nt yet hung them,

Nor showers of grape-shot rain’d among them,

We’ll use the rogues, when we think best,

For executing our behest.

Thus reptiles of the worst descriptions

Coerced the obstinate Egyptians;

And serpents erst by stings and bites

Punish’d backsliding Israelites.

Judge Lynch, thou dephlegmated evil,

Double distill’d essence of the devil,