The lords of the bed-chamber with him divide,
The bishops, God mend’em, are all of his side.
Oh, the back stairs, &c.
He holds his head high and he talks very big,
For the Commons of England he don’t care a fig;
But the House of Lords swear he’s an excellent Whig.
Oh, the poor Whigs of Old England!
And oh, the poor Old English Whigs.
Since the fortunate days of King William the Third,
When Nassau to Stuart was wisely prefer’d,