(Fortissimo)
The country’s simply going to blazes.
Who’s to swab up the mess?
I will go down to the House once more
And there—in the smoking room,
I’ll wait (with old boon-fellows three or four)
For the sound of the bell of doom:
And all I’ll ask is a tall Whip
To meet me on Charon’s boat,
And hurriedly whisper “We’re Ayes” (or “Noes”)