Then up and answered another noble Lord,—
Wich his name likeways it began vith a B,—
And he “sat on” poor Lord Bateman in a scientific manner,
Wich filled the beholders with mirth and glee.
Says he,—“Reciprocity’s a hollow phantom,
Though I swore ’twos a substance wonce, I know;
But you won’t raise the dead with a dusty recital
Of my musty phrases of forty years ago.”
Then Free-Trade’s old lovyers they cheered and chuckled,
And the gallant Granville he smiled for to see