They’ve finished, their blunders are done in the House;
The Session was lost, just because they’d no nous,
And where are those bothering Irishmen—where?
Making trouble afresh, which may you have to bear!
Yet, no! for departure from office is near;
Peace, retrenchment, reform—
Chief— You be—! Well, I don’t fear.
For though weighted by taxes and harassed by foes,
Still England, while life in each British breast glows,
Shall, queen among nations in ages to come,