As the years roll on.
Derby, dear, when the votes went wry,
Out in the cold and alone was I;
Ah! but the thought of you cheered me then,
“’Tis not for long he can hold with Ben.”
Always the same, Derby, my own,
Always the same to your old Glad-stone!
Always the same to your old Glad-stone!
Derby, dear, but I did feel riled,
When the Jingoes with joy went wild,