The Eighth of November
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The eighth of November,
The Trump-Russia treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Trump-Russia treason
Should ever be forgot!
Vlad Putin and his companions
Did the scheme contrive,
To own the Pres and Cabinet
So Democracy dies.
Fifty score hackers, hit us low,
To prove Old Glory’s overthrow.
But, by Trump’s incompetence, him they catch,
With the dark plot, just starting to hatch!
A stick and a stake
For Democracy’s sake!
If you won’t give me one,
I’ll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Czar,
A penn’orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! let Justice sing!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!