And started my new ’doxy.
For this is The true faith, I swear,
Nor dare to say me nay, sir,
Believe in Bradlaugh, Cromwell’s heir,
And for his triumph bray, sir.
But finding Atheists weak and thin,
I sought a higher mission,
And found much greater profit in
The vending of sedition.
Though mobs can’t think, they shun a bore,