Neigh as you will, ay, even till you’re hoarse,
(A racy bit of humour comes of course,)
I’ll say nae mair, but still, if fight he must, I hope
You’ll recommend his joining Garibaldi or the Pope.
And in that self-same school an evil still prevails,
Of settling disputes by means of heads and tails.
I hold it, Sir, unparliamentary for us to toss in air
The likeness of our sovereign lady fair,
And make her settle, whether or not she chooses,
Such points as “Heads I win, and tails he loses.”