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O Burr

O Burr, O Burr, what hast though done?
Thou hast shooted dead great Hamilton.
You hid behind a bunch of thistle,
And shooted him dead with a great hoss pistol.
 
Caption on a wax tableau of Vice President Aaron Burr’s fatal interview with General Alexander Hamilton.

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