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The Ballot Hymn of the Republic

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From: Carolyn Farkas <carolyn@poetic.com>

The Ballot Hymn of the Republic
by
Julia Ward Heeler

Mine polls have seen the glory of the counting of the votes.
Were there any mailed from Europe?  Were there any faxed from boats?
Did some go through a shredder?  Were they eaten up by goats?
The counting marches on.


    Glory, glory, halleluiah.
    Did it gore ya or double-you ya?
    Either way, I think they'll screw ya.
    The vote goes marching on.


In a polling place in Flor'da, the election just went bad.
We didn't get a president; we're simply getting mad.
Let us appoint the loser as ambassador to Chad.
The lawyers all march on.

    Glory, glory, halleluiah.
    Did it gore ya or double-you ya?
    Either way, I think they'll screw ya.
    The vote goes marching on.

Although the vote's confusing, we know it could be worse.
There's no army taking over.  There's no riot to disperse.
And I won't get arrested for making up this verse.
The country marches on.

    Glory, glory, halleluiah.
    Did it gore ya or double-you ya?
    Either way, I think they'll screw ya.
    The vote goes marching on.

						- C. Farkas
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