Three Orators spoke for many an hour,
And told ’em the blunders that Gladstone had made,
Which they only could right if returned into power:
And they gave ’em some pious “opinions” on trade.
For Placemen must live, and—though hardly the thing,
Yet even to Newcastle coals you must bring,
To set Tory tides a-rolling.
Three “Failures” came back, as we’ve all of us read,
Sad, if not wiser, to London town;
For e’en Tory organs were shaking a head,