Mr. Irving’s worst witch-riot in a Faust-scene’s clear and quiet,
To the Tory-Democratic Big Boom.
Young King Coal he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three,
And he served ’em out a dozen pounds of best Union rosin,
And they all played a symphonee.
Chamberlainini and Goscheni played like Strauss and like Zerbini,
And then Harting-ton-i-ni
Played “God Save the Queen!” and the others all joined in,
In a way to make a patriot pipe his eye.