A riggling in your heasy chair
The riggles they put onto me.
“I see thee shudderin ore thy wine,—
You hardly know what you are at,
Whenere you think of Us emplyin
The bloody and unhenglish Cat.
“Well may your indigernation rise!
I call it Manley what you feeled
At seein Briton’s n-k-d b-cks
By brutial jalors acked and weald.