No useless logic confused their heads,
'Tis but little they ever heed it;
But they tossed and they turned on their sleepless beds,
And one and all they d——d it.
"Few and short were the prayers they said"—
The fact I record with sorrow;
They thought of the day when the Bill would be read,
And they wished there were no to-morrow.
They thought of the words Mr. Gladstone had said—
Each word was a thorn in their pillow—