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VERSES

FOUND IN A BOTTLE ON THE SHORE OF THE GULF OF MEXICO.

NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED

Of smoking good cigars.

Old Belknap, in my later days,

Did first my mind delude;

I quitted, for his wicked ways,

The paths of rectitude.

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In the White House we lived like kings,

And played our little game;

We ran railroads and whiskey rings,

And Belknap took the blame.

But now my jig is up at last,

Just as my trip was o'er;

For my misdeeds I'm tried and cast

Adrift on this wild shore.

Let my successor warning take, -

Yes, those of either sex, -

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