At fists and foils, in private broils,
Each other clapper-clawing, oh!
Loud, &c.
Give them their hour to spend at night,
In altercation dreary, oh!
And England’s good, and England’s light,
May gang all tapsalteerie, oh!
Loud, &c.
Although the above lines appeared in Punch more than forty years ago, they apply almost equally well to the present Parliament.
