(I’m stedfast, if I’m slow),
A little modesty, I pray,
Jo Chamberlain, my Jo.
You’d have your foes “drain to the dregs”
The cup you say they fill?
If so, John Bull your pardon begs—
He pays the liquor-bill.
Ye Jacobins and Josephins,
’Tis time to think, you know,
Less of yourselves and Outs and Ins,