Show him a diddle.
Promised Protection? Boh! Can’t take me in so.
Cow and Three Acres; That’s a Tory scare-crow;
But there be some small hopes in altered land-laws
And small allotments.
I should be glad to think yer honour loved us;
Might, if ye’d been the first to gi’ us the Vote now.
But do ut des,[69] as Bizzy puts it; that is
My politics, Sir,
Friend of Agriculture.