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Of Hans Pietro Shanahan	A
Who was a most ingenious man	A
The Muse of History records	B
That he'd get drunk as twenty lords	B
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He'd get so truly drunk that men	C
Stood by to marvel at him when	C
His slow advance along the street	D
Was but a vain cycloidal feat	D
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And when 'twas fated that he fall	E
With a wide geographical sprawl	E
They signified assent by sounds	F
Heard faintly at its utmost bounds	F
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And yet this Mr Shanahan	A
Who was a most ingenious man	A
Cast not on wine his thirsty eyes	G
When it was red or otherwise	G
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All malt or spirituous tope	H
He loathed as cats dissent from soap	H
And cider if it touched his lip	I
Evoked a groan at every sip	I
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But still as heretofore explained	J
He not infrequently was grained	J
I'm not of those who call it 'corned '	-
Coarse speech I've always duly scorned	K
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Though truth to say and that's but right	L
Strong drink it hath an adder's bite	L
Was what had put him in the mud	M
The only kind he used was blood	M
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Alas that an immortal soul	N
Addicted to the flowing bowl	N
The emptied flagon should again	C
Replenish from a neighbor's vein	O
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But Mr Shanahan was so	P
Constructed and his taste that low	P
Nor more deplorable was he	Q
In kind of thirst than in degree	Q
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For sometimes fifty souls would pay	R
The debt of nature in a day	R
To free him from the shame and pain	O
Of dread Sobriety's misreign	O
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His native land proud of its sense	S
Of his unique inabstinence	S
Abated something of its pride	T
At thought of his unfilled inside	T
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And some the boldness had to say	S
'Twere well if he were called away	S
To slake his thirst forevermore	Q
In oceans of celestial gore	Q
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But Hans Pietro Shanahan	O
Who was a most ingenious man	O
Knew that his thirst was mortal so	S
Remained unsainted here below	S
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Unsainted and unsaintly for	Q
He neither went to glory nor	Q
To abdicate his power deigned	J
Where under Providence he reigned	J
	-
But kept his Boss's power accurst	J
To serve his wild uncommon thirst	J
Which now had grown so truly great	J
It was a drain upon the State	J
	-
Soon soon there came a time alas	S
When he turned down an empty glass	S
All practicable means were vain	O
His special wassail to obtain	O
	-
In vain poor Decimation tried	J
To furnish forth the needful tide	J
And Civil War as vainly shed	J
Her niggard offering of red	J
	-
Poor Shanahan his thirst increased	J
Until he wished himself deceased	J
Invoked the firearm and the knife	U
But could not die to save his life	U
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He was so dry his own veins made	J
No answer to the seeking blade	J
So parched that when he would have passed	J
Away he could not breathe his last	J
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'Twas then when almost in despair	Q
Unlaced his shoon unkempt his hair	Q
He saw as in a dream a way	S
To wet afresh his mortal clay	S
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Yes Hans Pietro Shanahan	O
Who was a most ingenious man	O
Saw freedom and with joy and pride	J
'Thalassa or Thalatta ' cried	J
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Straight to the Aldermen went he	Q
With many a 'pull' and many a fee	Q
And many a most corrupt 'combine'	O
The Press for twenty cents a line	O
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Held out and fought him O God bless	S
Forevermore the holy Press	S
Till he had franchises complete	J
For trolley lines on every street	J
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The cars were builded and they say	S
Were run on rails laid every way	S
Rhomboidal roads and circular	Q
And oval everywhere a car	Q
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Square dodecagonal in great	J
Esteem the shape called Figure	Q
And many other kinds of shapes	S
As various as tails of apes	S
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No other group of men's abodes	S
E'er had such odd electric roads	S
That winding in and winding out	J
Began and ended all about	J
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No city had unless in Mars	S
That city's wealth of trolley cars	S
They ran by day they flew by night	J
And O the sorry sorry sight	J
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And Hans Pietro Shanahan	O
Who was a most ingenious man	O
Incessantly the Muse records	S
Lay drunk as twenty thousand lords	S

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