Says Bridegroom Coke, "For speaking in the House I've lost my head, Sir; But never mind, I'll tell you what I mean to do instead, Sir, I'll work as hard as I'm allow'd by Anne and the physicians, And send you once a week, at least, a bag full of petitions." Bow, wow, wow.
Says Gaffer Western, "Though we once, amongst our many whimsies, Cried out with all our might for gold, and grumbled at the 'flimsies,' Since Ministers now pay in cash, and think to cut a caper, We'll turn about and badger them to pay again in paper." Bow, wow, wow.
Then Johnny Russell made a speech, and some of it was pointed, too, About "Reform in Parliament," and "state of things in ninety-two;" But though 'twas call'd a sharp harangue, and he had clearly read for't, He never spoke of throwing open Tavistock or Bedford. Bow, wow, wow.
Dull Joseph Hume, the stupidest of all the northern doctors, Fell foul, in his good-natured way, of Royal droits and proctors; And hoped that then five thousand pounds at least disbursed had been, Sir, To satisfy some Captain's claims who--votes for Aberdeen, Sir. Bow, wow, wow.
Then Courteney moved, and others thought they could do much better, Than vote a breach of Privilege, a certain printed letter; But when they had its writer up, as all reporters teach, Sir, The House forgot its privilege, and only shew'd its breach, Sir! Bow, wow, wow.
Then Abercrombie gentle, seized with one of Quixote's frenzies, Sets off, post haste in chaise and four, to call out Lawyer Menzies; But when he got to Ferrybridge he long'd to join the pack again, So after dinner, he and Althorpe--order'd horses back again. Bow, wow, wow.
Wise Scarlett, who is just your man to browbeat, pose, or plead, Sir, Produced a poor-bill, which, 'tis said, was very poor indeed, Sir; And Denman spoke when he'd been made a serjeant in the morning, And what he said betray'd that he'd been dining at the Horn Inn. Bow, wow, wow.
While Whitbread, Calvert, Buxton all, kept up the price of beer, Sir, Young Yellow Lambton seem'd to think the poor were charged too dear, Sir; But, though he loves his countrymen, he'd not, to save their souls, Sir, Make any alteration in the present price of coals, Sir. Bow, wow, wow.