Making fine speeches to last for an hour.
At night when the Members of Parliament meet
I’d never care for the Whigs looking sour,
I should have plenty of slaves at my feet.
I’d be a Minister born into power,
Grasping the pay and the patronage sweet.
Then could I pilfer the office of Grey now
I’d get a share of those nice little things,
Giving the patronage, drawing the pay now
And making the most of whatever it brings.