But the real and only 'Tich!'
Tich, Tich, Tich,
'Prison'd, dishonour'd, opprest,
Stitching at once with his sewing-machine,
A shroud as well as a vest."
(Four verses omitted here.)
With spirits drooping and worn.
With eyelids as heavy as lead,
The members sat in their place in the House,
And wearily longed for bed;