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Curse the Whigs, they are overthrowing
Our lazy, vicious, and well-paid rest;
My moon-calf uncle’s debt that’s owing,
Makes all people his name detest.
When fools, and tyrants, and peers are over,
England’s glad cup will flow over its brim;
John Bull our impudent rights will uncover,
Repaying the woes we’ve inflicted on him.
The Duke of Gloucester had been educated at Cambridge. He died in 1834, leaving the large fortune he had amassed from the numerous sinecure offices he held during his parsimonious lifetime, to his widow.