Lord Fitz he went down, found a deal of distress
Pervading the coun-ter-y;
And, being a kind man, why, he couldn’t do less,
Than pity the poor Voters free-ree-ree,
Than help the Electors so free.
Then he ordered hotels to be open-ed wide,
The “Bell,” and the “George,” and the “Crown,”
And forced, when a poor Voter hard-up he spied,
A few onion tears to roll down-own-own,
The crocodile tears to roll down.