Running through my head today, for entirely non-political reasons:
He said the Captain lied when the Captain cried,
"There's none of us here can save her.
Let her go down, swim for your lives.
Swim for your children, swim for your wives,
but let her go down."
No, really, not related to current political kerfluffles at all. Over the weekend I pulled up Steeleye Span’s Portfolio to share their version of New York Girls, with Peter Sellers on ukelele and whimsy, and then remembered some other songs I was fond of.