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| GODKIN the Righteous, known of old, | |
| Priest of the nation’s moral health; | |
| Within whose Post we daily read | |
| The gospel of the rights of wealth; | |
| Great Evening Post, be with us yet, | 5 |
| Lest we forget; lest we forget. | |
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| The Tribune drools; the Sun is vile; | |
| The Journal and the World are lies; | |
| Alone thy Post speaks forth the truth— | |
| Not humble, but divinely wise. | 10 |
| Omniscient Post, don’t leave us yet, | |
| Lest we forget; lest we forget. | |
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| Far East our navy swats the foe; | |
| Manila falls beneath our fire; | |
| We’re tempted, Larry, to exult— | 15 |
| But chide us with thy caustic ire. | |
| Great Evening Post, reprove us yet, | |
| Lest we forget; lest we forget. | |
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| If, proud of Dewey, we cheer his name, | |
| And count the ships the Spaniards lost, | 20 |
| Such boastings as our fathers used— | |
| Benighted folks without the Post; | |
| Godkin, be quick; remind us yet, | |
| Lest we forget; lest we forget. | |
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| For Yankee heart that puts her trust | 25 |
| In twenty-inch guns and armor plate, | |
| And recognizeth not that all— | |
| Save Godkin—are degenerate; | |
| For licking Spain and wicked brag; | |
| Godkin, forgive thy country’s flag. | 30 |
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