When Beaconsfield, at civic board,
Uprose ’mid fellow-guests’ acclaim,
This was the welcome London roared,
Filling a bumper to his name—
Hail, Imperial, Imperial Statesman, hail!
Thy majority shall never, never fail!
Let Gladstone boast of silver axe,
And prate of upas-trees cut down;
Thine be the care of income-tax,
And thine be Turnerelli’s crown.