The Iron Republic Part 1: Heading South
A bachelor most eligible
An orator most knowledgeable
A lawyer who was held in high standing
A politician full of warmth and understanding
A deal was struck incomprehensible
Associates indefensible
Moral ground called into question
Mortally wounded by the very suggestion
He hung his head in shame
His life would never be the same
Mr Barrington was a good man
But he fell out of favour
With the people in the circles where he ran
Mr Barrington was full of pride
But when things went south, so did he
He chose to run away and hide
He sold everything and bought a ship
Hired captain and crew for a southern trip
The Antarctic was calling, his freedom assured
His smile returned as soon as he was on board
He no longer hung his head in shame
His life would never be the same
Mr Barrington was a good man
But he fell out of favour
With the people in the circles where he ran
Mr Barrington was full of pride
But when things went south, so did he
He chose to run away and hide
One hundred and ninety days due south
In search of the volcanic mount
It stood alone bringing warmth to the ice
Were they the first to scale its heights
The first to scan beyond the wall
The first to view the icebergs tall
In another sea
Mr Barrington had truly found a mystery
An orator most knowledgeable
A lawyer who was held in high standing
A politician full of warmth and understanding
A deal was struck incomprehensible
Associates indefensible
Moral ground called into question
Mortally wounded by the very suggestion
He hung his head in shame
His life would never be the same
Mr Barrington was a good man
But he fell out of favour
With the people in the circles where he ran
Mr Barrington was full of pride
But when things went south, so did he
He chose to run away and hide
He sold everything and bought a ship
Hired captain and crew for a southern trip
The Antarctic was calling, his freedom assured
His smile returned as soon as he was on board
He no longer hung his head in shame
His life would never be the same
Mr Barrington was a good man
But he fell out of favour
With the people in the circles where he ran
Mr Barrington was full of pride
But when things went south, so did he
He chose to run away and hide
One hundred and ninety days due south
In search of the volcanic mount
It stood alone bringing warmth to the ice
Were they the first to scale its heights
The first to scan beyond the wall
The first to view the icebergs tall
In another sea
Mr Barrington had truly found a mystery
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