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This law sought Jerry; but no use
For he abode in Syracuse,
For there the law is a dead letter;
There no man wears the tyrant's fetter;
There's meaning in the people's tone,
And when they speak, their will is done.
When that law sought for sable Jerry,
Its mad designs it could not carry!
For when it simply asked for bread,
The people gave both stones and lead;
And when it simply sought for meat,
Fierce serpents coiled about its feet.
But where was Jerry all this time
When scenes were passing so sublime?
Some friendly spirit from afar
Received him in a peaceful car,
And by his strong and skilful hand
Conveyed him to Victoria's land.
For he abode in Syracuse,
For there the law is a dead letter;
There no man wears the tyrant's fetter;
There's meaning in the people's tone,
And when they speak, their will is done.
When that law sought for sable Jerry,
Its mad designs it could not carry!
For when it simply asked for bread,
The people gave both stones and lead;
And when it simply sought for meat,
Fierce serpents coiled about its feet.
But where was Jerry all this time
When scenes were passing so sublime?
Some friendly spirit from afar
Received him in a peaceful car,
And by his strong and skilful hand
Conveyed him to Victoria's land.
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