And dream they climb the highest Alps, or rove the plains of Moselai;
The world for them has nothing new, they have explor'd all parts of it,
And now they are club-footed! and they sit and look at charts of it.
Bow, wow, wow, etc.
The Orientals homeward bound, now seek their clubs much sallower,
And while they eat green fat, they find their own fat growing yellower:
Their soup is made more savoury, till bile to shadows dwindles 'em,
And Messrs. Savory and Moore with seidlitz draughts rekindles 'em.
Bow, wow, wow, etc.
Then there are clubs where persons Parliamentary preponderate,