Oh! weep for the hour
When to Brougham’s bower,
The Lord of the Treas’ry with large bribes came,
The Lib’rals held their light
From the House that night,
And staid to weep at home for their old chum’s shame.
The clouds have pass’d
From the Liberals at last,
And freedom smiles again with her vestal flame;
But none will see the day,