And fixed in your windows again.
They would soon be in holes, as this moment they are,
Let the panes be as thick as they will;
And around thy fine mansion each mob from afar
Would collect itself angrily still!
Oh! it is not while windows thus smash’d are thine own,
Presenting an aspect so drear,
That the furious rage of a mob can be known,
’Gainst a proud Borough-mongering Peer!
No, the vote of the Tory will ne’er be forgot