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So at last a toll they'll levy / For the passing fool who sings -- / Take the harp grown dull and heavy / (With the dried blood on the strings) / Let us sing, and sing right gaily, / For the wreath is on our brow -- / Are you hearin', Victor Daley? / We are fashionable now!
Once the greatest earl could flout us, / And the meanest scribe could sneer -- / Nought too bad to say about us, / Nought too hard for us to hear. / Slaves to journal-owning Neroes, / And we died -- no matter how -- / We're sweet singers now and heroes, / We are fashionable now.