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my heart sinks at thought of a campaign Again, It is not that I'm lazy, that I shirk Hard work, It is not that it makes me faint and weak To speak, Nor that I find it such a horrid plague To beg, Not that I fear the strain of being quite Suavely polite To many whom I'd so much rather smite, Or bite; It isn't even that I hate and fear To hear The "facts" of our opponents year by year; But, dear, oh, dear, It is the weary things that day by day I'll have to say; The things the voters ought to know, and don't, Or won't, About democracy, the home, the wife,