With a chicken well boiled, gentle S—dm—th will treat us,
And Cr—k—r shall serve for our Irish potatoes:
Brown stout shall be Wh—tbr—d, the dregs of the cup,
And Shr—d—n, spruce, not sufficiently up.
Push about, Mr. Speaker—I’ll sit, if I’m able,
Till all these grave statesmen sink under the table;
And while they are lying unconscious before us,
We’ll talk of the men who have lorded it o’er us.
Now L—v—rp—l’s Earl lies along at our feet,
Who was eloquent often, and always discreet.