The Immortal
Vanity Fair (UK) (May 24, 1906)
[Father Gapon has been seen again in St Petersburg.]
They took him, and they hanged him,
And they filled him up with lead;
They put a noose around his neck,
A bullet through his head.
They left him in his country-house,
Suspended from the ceiling.
And he merely said he rather liked the feeling.
They lit their bombs beneath his nose,
They plunged their daggers in,
And smiled with triumph as they viewed
The punctures in his skin.
They picked him off with Maxim guns;
Assaulted, with a sword, him:
And he simply yawned as if the fellows bored him.
Oh! bitter the assassin’s lot!
How keen the cutthroat’s pain!
Who, try and try, and try once more,
But always try in vain.
Oh! never will the Russian serf
For Father G put crape on—
No power on earth can settle deathless Gapon.