Until my dying day, sir,
That over Parliament I’ll reign,
Or there’ll be the devil to pay, sir.
When first my stump career began,
Rank heresy I spouted,
Belief in God as Lord of man,
As lunacy I scouted.
Disguised as great “Iconoclast,”
In wrangling I waxed foxy,
Blew my own trumpet’s brazen blast,