FAREWELL, old friends, if I may call
One man among you friend,
Assembled to recount my fall,
And mourn my lively end.
If you would know what has me sent
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To drown in this ship Spirm,
'T was being greedy and so bent
On getting a Third Term.
Throughout my life I have been lucky;
Yes, luck has made my mark.
I got West Point by being plucky,
In grinding up tan bark.
With heart as hard as any flint,
I battled through our wars,
And earned my shoulder-straps by dint
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