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'Twas grav'd on the Stone of Destiny	A
In letters four and letters three	A
And ne'er did the King of the Gulls go by	B
But those awful letters scar'd his eye	B
For he knew that a Prophet Voice had said	C
As long as those words by man were read	C
The ancient race of the Gulls should ne'er	D
One hour of peace or plenty share	D
But years and years successive flew	E
And the letters still more legible grew	E
At top a T an H an E	A
And underneath D E B T	A
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Some thought them Hebrew such as Jews	F
More skill'd in Scrip than Scripture use	G
While some surmis'd 'twas an ancient way	H
Of keeping accounts well known in the day	H
Of the fam'd Didlerius Jeremias	G
Who had thereto a wonderful bias	G
And prov'd in books most learnedly boring	I
'Twas called the Pontick way of scoring	I
Howe'er this be there never were yet	J
Seven letters of the alphabet	J
That 'twixt them form'd so grim a spell	K
Or scar'd a Land of Gulls so well	K
As did this awful riddle me ree	A
Of T H E D E B T	A
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Hark it is struggling Freedom's cry	B
Help help ye nations or I die	B
'Tis freedom's fight and on the field	L
Where I expire your doom is seal'd	L
The Gull King hears the awakening call	M
He hath summon'd his Peers and Patriots all	M
And he asks Ye noble Gulls shall we	A
Stand basely by at the fall of the Free	A
Nor utter a curse nor deal a blow	N
And they answer with voice of thunder No	N
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Out fly their flashing swords in the air	D
But why do they rest suspended there	D
What sudden blight what baleful charm	O
Hath chill'd each eye and check'd each arm	O
Alas some withering hand hath thrown	P
The veil from off that fatal stone	P
And pointing now with sapless finger	Q
Showeth where dark those letters linger	Q
Letters four and letters three	A
T H E D E B T	A
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At sight thereof each lifted brand	R
Powerless falls from every hand	R
In vain the Patriot knits his brow	S
Even talk his staple fails him now	S
In vain the King like a hero treads	G
His Lords of the Treasury shake their heads	G
And to all his talk of brave and free	A
No answer getteth His Majesty	A
But T H E D E B T	A
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In short the whole Gull nation feels	G
The're fairly spell bound neck and heels	G
And so in the face of the laughing world	T
Must e'en sit down with banners furled	T
Adjourning all their dreams sublime	U
Of glory and war to some other time	U

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