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O, justice, you have fled, to dwell / In Mexico, unstrangled, / Lest you should hang as high as -- well, / As Haman dangled.
(I know not if his cord he twanged, / Or the King proved forgiving. / 'Tis hard to think of Haman hanged, / And Haymond living.)
Yes, as I said: in mortal fear / To Mexico you journeyed; / For you were on your trial here, / And ill attorneyed.
The Law had long regarded you / As an extreme offender.
Religion looked upon you, too, / With thoughts untender.
The Press to you was cold as snow, / For sin you'd always call so.
In Politics you were "de trop", / In Morals also.
All this is accurately true / And, faith! there might be more said; / But -- well, to save your thrapple you / Fled, as aforesaid.
You're down in Mexico -- that's plain / As that the sun is risen; / For Daniel Burns, down there, his chain / Drags round in prison.