Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY COUNTRY, 'TIS OF THEE, by AMBROSE BIERCE


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First Line: My country, 'tis of thee %sweet land of felony
Last Line: Whips to the quakers hide %and made him spring!
Subject(s): United States


A RATIONAL ANTHEM

My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of felony,
Of thee I sing--
Land where my father's fried
Young witches and applied
Whips to the Quaker's hide
And made him spring.

My knavish country, thee,
Land where the thief is free,
Thy laws I love;
I love they thieving bills
That tap the people's tills;
I love thy mob whose will's
All laws above.

Let Federal employees
And rings rob all they please,
The whole year long.
Let office-holders make
Their piles and judges rake
Our coin. For Jesus' sake
Let's all go wrong!






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