From the great Naval Review in 1853.
How speedily, how puffingly they glide along the rail,
The M.P.’s who went down at morn to see the fleet in sail;
And now they’re going back to town to sit again to-night,
Like creatures who’ve no Factory Bill to guard their labour’s right;
And some are jolly, some can scarce their eyelids open keep,
And some who have been queer all day now are gone to sleep;
But in one carriage one young member ventures this remark,
“How proud must be the admiral of every glorious bark!”
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