I’ve fled in your direction—
And, should they gain their private ends,
My bill would meet rejection!”
“George Bentinck follows fast along,
From him great harm I feel, Sir,
And, should he prove so very strong,
Oh! who could rescue Peel, Sir?”
Out spoke the hardy Leaguer, then—
“I’ll help ye, Peel, I’m ready—
It is not for yourself, ye ken,