Are but meant, like the silly cry, “Ulster to arms!”
As a trap for the Liberal vote.
Since you gave them the sack, they imagine (good lack!)
They can wriggle, by foul means or fair,
In spite of consistency, just to get back
Into Downing-street, Parliament-square!
But you know very well, from my action of old,
It’s on me you can always depend;
If you lean on the Dissidents, then you’ll be sold—
It’s not Joseph, but William’s your friend!