But giving back twenty per cent. won't make up for American corn.
To be sure, Lord Beaconsfield says that we're an Imperial race,
And an unscientific frontier is really a sort of disgrace;
And Stafford and Holker—I hear them too—their voices are sweet,
But they can't very well expect me to get fat on American meat.
And to tell you the good plain truth, I never can quite understand
What it is Lord Beaconsfield means, or what he's got in his hand;
He conjures eggs out of his hat, he keeps fireworks under his bed,
I really am not always certain he's not going to stand on his head.
And the Liberals make it their text as they go to the hustings, no doubt!