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 The green-neck'd Drake once more pops up to view,
 * Stares round, cries Quack! and makes an angry pother;

Then shriller screams the bird with eye-lids blue,
 * The broad-faced bird! and deeper dives the other.

Ye quacking Statesmen! 'tis even so with you—
 * One peasecod is not liker to another.

Even so on Loyalty's Decoy-pond, each
 * Pops up his head, as fir'd with British blood,

Hears once again the Ministerial screech,
 * And once more seeks the bottom's blackest mud!