Ere the House rises early in the morning?
Chorus—
For the sound of the Pats keeps us each from our bed,
And the Tory horse bolts if you give him his head,
And the row of the Rads, by sly Labouchere led,
At Wild West-minster sounds until morning.
Yes, I know Arthur Peel, with his seat so true,
And he needs it indeed on that buck-jumping screw,
Which to fling Arthur Peel has done all that it knew,
The bit and the bridle still scorning.