Yes; stupid Tories, grasping Whigs, and Jingoes wild for war, John,
These are your brand-new friends—and we would ask again “What for, John?”
Yes, John! yes, John! Most sadly we confess, John
We, for the sake of “Auld Lang Syne,” for explanation press, John.
Had you wax’d weary of the right, and tired of being true, John,
When you across a noble life this sombre shadow threw, John?
Stay, John! stay, John! Hear all we have to say, John!
Falls like to that of Chamberlain in no wise us dismay, John.
Joseph is an ambitious man, and full of self-conceit, John;