Oh! my heart, my heart is breaking
For the place of premier Grey.
For that I’d take the liberal side,
For that the bill call good,
For that I’d dare the rabble strife,
Though it cost a sea of blood.
By night I’d take no slumbers,
Whate’er e’en Praed might say,
But scorn’d is the heart that’s breaking,
For the place of premier Grey.