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The Porcer
By
Philip Denisch
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Porcer! Porcer! beaming bright
In New Hampshire, day and night,
With unfettered land and sky,
Will freedom-lovers magnify.
In what distant land of lies,
Burned the bonds and cut the ties,
On what wings did they depart,
And leave the places of their start.
And what older, and what young,
Refuse their lips a swan song sung?
And when the tune of freedom loose,
Did free the neck from statist noose.
What the clamor? What the strain,
When dealing with a taxing reign?
What the evil? What the gasp,
When regulators squeeze their grasp?
When the free stick out their quills,
And frankly ply their varied skills,
Do tyrants halt their deadly prance?
Do craven despots soil their pants?
Porcer! Porcer! beaming bright
In New Hampshire, day and night,
With unfettered land and sky,
Will freedom-livers multiply.
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Again, with apologies and gratitude for
the original.
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