Tories in front of them, shouted and thundered.
Stormed at with hoot and yell, while weak-kneed Lib'rals fell,
Into the lobby drear, into the House pell-mell, rushed the three hundred;
Flashed all their tongues quite bare, each one his speech to air,
Crushing the Leaguers there, dishing the Tories while Salisbury wondered.
Plunged in the hot debate, those who the rules had broke—
Parnell and Dillon—reeled from brave Gladstone's stroke shattered and sundered;
Then they went out, but not—not the three hundred.
Leaguers to right of them, Whigs on the left of them,
Tories behind them, stamped, roared, and thundered,