DJ Poirot Ketchup - Impeachment's Sad Fate (Twee Version) Lyrics

Impeachment is now but a played-out note
And there's no one who dare again ask it
The Radicals gathered up courage to vote
But they tumbled it in the waste basket
We told them the thing was too weak alas!
By the votes of all Radicals they said it would pass
They'd put it up strong in the Radical class
But it tumbled right in the waste basket
O Butler! 'tis well! your impeachment fell
Beneath the Constitution
You thought men would dare
Without thought or care
To despise that institution
Now shorn of its power the thing lies dead
Where they tumbled it in the waste basket
It seems like a dream that it e'er raised its head
An effort which surely did task it
Though grave are the charges which Butler makes
The very same charges 'gainst him could be made
But old Uncle Sam gives him all he takes
Though there's nobody else who dare ask it
O Butler tis well! your " charges " fell
On men whom the Nation thanks
As your powder and ball
At your Country's call
Fell harmless on the rebel ranks