No patriotic schemes of close retrenchment ever nourish'd;
But since, O most unlucky day! his "stern was to the board room,"
He sternly vows for idle Lords we cannot now afford room.
Bow, wow, wow.
Then Calvert, who, of course, opposes all unfair monopolies,
Steps forth to regulate the sale of Bread in the metropolis.
"The poor," he says, "shall never have their quartern loaf too dear, Sir,
If they will only hold their tongues about the price of Beer, Sir."
Bow, wow, wow.
Says Creevy, "I must needs confess, when I was at the India Board,