| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | Tammany Hall, 1819 | | By Fitz-Greene Halleck |
| | | THERE’S a barrel of porter at Tammany Hall, | |
| And the bucktails are swigging it all the night long; | |
| In the time of my boyhood ’twas pleasant to call | |
| For a seat and cigar, ’mid the jovial throng. | |
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| That beer and those bucktails I’ll never forget; | 5 |
| But oft, when alone, and unnoticed by all, | |
| I think, is the porter-cask foaming there yet? | |
| Are the bucktails still swigging at Tammany Hall? | |
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| No! the porter was out long before it was stale, | |
| But some blossoms on many a nose brightly shone, | 10 |
| And the speeches inspired by the fumes of the ale, | |
| Had the fragrance of porter when porter was gone. | |
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| How much Cozzens will draw of such beer ere he dies | |
| Is a question of moment to me and to all; | |
| For still dear to my soul, as ’twas then to my eyes, | 15 |
| Is that barrel of porter at Tammany Hall. | | | | |
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