On that night he commenced his connubial career.
On that day he died when he had finished his summing,
And the angels all cried ‘here’s old Whitbread a coming.’
So that day I still hail with a smile and a sigh,
For his beer with an e and his bier with an i;
And that day every year, in the hottest of weather,
The whole Whitbread family dine altogether.
My Lords, while the beams of the hall shall support
The roof which o’ershades this respectable court
(Where Hastings was tried for oppressing the Hindoos),