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90 You’ve driven from the cash and cares Of office, heedless of our prayers, Men who have been for many a year To us and to our purses dear,
 * And will be to our heirs forever.

Our tears, thanks to the snow and rain, Have swelled the brook in Maiden Lane
 * Into a mountain river;

And when you visit us again, Leaning at Tammany on your cane, Like warrior on his battle-blade, You’ll mourn the havoc you have made.

There is a silence and a sadness
 * Within the marble mansion now;

Some have wild eyes that threaten madness,
 * Some think of “kicking up a row.”

Judge Miller will not yet believe That you have ventured to bereave
 * The city and its hall of him:

He has in his own fine way stated,
 * “The fact must be substantiated,”
 * Before he’ll move a single limb.

He deems it cursed hard to yield The laurel won in every field
 * Through sixteen years of party war,

And to be seen at noon no more, Enjoying at his office door
 * The luxury of a tenth segar.