But ever and aye there was something in it,
Something that could not be hers, My Queen.
My Scheme.
(As sung with great success by the L-d Ch-nc-ll-r).
Why and when were we driven to moot it?
Was it knocked off in an afternoon?
Will the Roman-Catholic Bishops hoot it?
Have we set it afloat too late?—too soon?
Did we try it because we feared a flounder?