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IX.
HUNGARY.
Poor Hungary! Our hearts are full of her;Our sympathizing bosoms quick unlock,—
We pay our money out for Kossuth stock,—
And all our warm emotions are astir!
Get up a concert,—swift the tickets go,—
The proceeds are for Hungary oppressed,
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And dollars for Hungarian dolors flow!
But, ah! conviction comes too late to save;
We, not the tickets, 't is, that have been sold,
And rolls upon our mind the comfort cold
That we 've been diddled by a hungry knave!
Alas! poor Hungary, still we'd aid her cause,
However much we may condemn Herr Krausz.
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