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Ol' Walt Whitman frowning from his Brooklyn grave
At the king's a-crowning and our souls unsaved
His borough's been paved in asphalt and ashes
Canarsided caves, Lafayette lashes
I know Walt Whit wasn't frowning when he lay in leaves of grass
Or when he fought the British army and, smiling, beat their ass
The Union's been saved, except for Sutton
We fought for their slaves, and shiny little buttons
I saw Walt Whitman frowning at King George's crooked grin
He's hoping Christ ain't counting all his evil sins
"What have you done my son?" from his grave said Old 41
I said from Bedford down to Bleecker they're worried over war
Not politicians preaching, we're on Horsemen three and four
What are we to be when all you see is me?
Well ol' Whit saw all this coming so many years way back in time
And if Walt Whitman walked among us, he'd probably change his mind
Walt Whitman gonna change his mind