“There was not many nobles slain,
But some may yet atone;
Lord Eldon sunk, and his last speech
Is to all people known.
“Great Sir James Scarlett in the field
Was ta’en of small account;
John Wilson Croker would not yield,
His talking did surmount.
“For Wetherell I needs must wail,
As one in doleful dumps,
At Bristol town he took leg-bail,
With nothing but his stumps.
“On Russell’s side there did not fall,
A man who held degree,
But all yet live, and yet will fight,
If needs should ever be.
“With the Lord Durham, true and staunch
Did noble Stanley stand;
And Scotland, too, sustain’d her part,
Old Joseph shook his brand.
“And the Lord Althorp, he, likewise,
Disdained a foot to flee;
He held the bill still firm and fast,
And promis’d victory.
“Next day did many people come
Earl Grey for to bewail;
They found the old man at his post,
Determin’d to prevail.
“He had assurance from the King,
Who thus to him did say—
‘Betide, betide, whate’er betide,
I will support thee, Grey.’
“The news was brought to Edinburgh,
Where the French King ’s again,
That Wellington had won the fight,
And that Earl Grey was slain.
“‘O joyful news,’ King Charles[67] said,
‘Scotland will witness be,
That Wellington and Polignac[68]
Are Pears of the same tree.’