A Rational Anthem

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A Rational Anthem

My country, ’tis of thee,

Sweet land of felony,

Of thee I sing⁠—

Land where my fathers fried

Young witches and applied

Whips to the Quaker’s hide

And made him spring.

My knavish country, thee,

Land where the thief is free,

Thy laws I love;

I love thy thieving bills

That tap the people’s tills;

I love thy mob whose will’s

All laws above.

Let Federal employees

And rings rob all they please,

The whole year long.

Let office-holders make

Their piles and judges rake

Our coin. For Jesus’ sake,

Let’s all go wrong!