He will hear of no excuse, I’m sure he’ll search the house, John!
Peeping into corners hardly fit to hold a mouse, John!
Beg he’ll take a chair and wait, I know he won’t refuse, John!
I’ll pop through the little door that opens on the mews, John!
Out, John! out, John! &c.
Thomas Haynes Bayly.
Lord Brummagem, Late John Bright.
Out, John! out, John! What have you been about, John,
To thus oppose your Grand Old Chief, and try to cause his rout, John?