I shall treasure it long, ’tis a genuine prize,
Of cosy make, of convenient size.
’Twill be bound to my heart by a thousand links,
By memories pleasant of “forty winks.”
Thanks, men of Greenwich, whose thoughtful care
Supplies me this capital new Arm-chair.
I have sat in the Commons this many a day,
Till my eyes are dimmish, my locks gone grey:
Oh, the hours I have lounged, and—with trouble—smiled
Whilst Churchill cheeked or the Pats ran wild;