"Yawp, yawp, yawp!
     Under the moon and sun.
     It's aye the rabble,
     And I to gabble,
  And hey! for the tale that is never done.

     "Chant, chant, chant!
  To woo the reluctant vote.
     I would I were dead
     And my say were said
  And my song were sung to its ultimate note.

     "Stab, stab, stab!
  Ah! the weapon between my teeth—
     I'm sick of the flash of it;
     See how the slash of it
  Misses the foeman to mangle the sheath!

     "Boom, boom, boom!
  I'm beating the mammoth drum.
    My nethermost tripes
    I blow into the pipes—
  It's oh! for the honors that never come!"

     'Twas the dolorous blab
     Of a tramping "scab"—
     'Twas the eloquent Swift
     Of the marvelous gift—
  The wild, weird, wonderful gift of gab!