Of several other things he spoke, the brightest he of Members,
But what they were, nor you, nor I, nor any one remembers.
Bow, wow, wow.
At length, then, for the present, there's an end to all their labours,
The Mountain Pack are now let loose to howl it with their neighbours;
And so we bid them thus adieu, until the next campaign, Sir,
When if they bark, or snap, or bite, we'll—whip 'em in again, Sir.
Bow, wow, wow.