That is, he artfully pretends that he the country dominates,
Though everybody—more or less—his rigid rule abominates.
His crafty head to blast from him and skyward swiftly send it sure,
Would justify, in gunpowder, a very large expenditure.
That is, if some perchance might shrink from sheer decapitation,
At least to blow him from his seat would gratify the Nation.
And so—and so, to mine below the Commons-swaying throne of him,
Might end at least in bursting up the power overblown of him.
That is, the game is worth a try, and—well—if not a bit of him.
Remain to tell the dreadful tale, the Commons are well quit of him.