Large tolls this knave took, beyond a doubt,
From all the lands about;
And on a day it happened,
The president's term ended
Whereon this Simpkin stole the vote
And all the land about.
A hundredfold more than he used to cheat before;
For theretofore he stole but cautiously,
But now he was a thief outrageously,
At which the gaylers scolded and raised hell;
The scooundrel snapped his fingers, truth to tell,
And bluffed and boosted and denied it all.