The House of Peers was drear and dead,
And Punch himself as dull as lead,
Now that the Dukes were dumb.
Yet, donkey-like that lone one stood,
In seediness still high,
And, turning on the pier of wood
To England gave good bye:
Saying, “Thou hast set, my country’s sun!
Thou may’st shut up—the thing is done;
The Dukes are forc’d to go;