He’s shallow, too, like young men are, and vain and indiscreet, John!
But oh, John! oh, John! it was a cruel blow, John,
When, with desertion not content, you went and joined the foe, John!
Aye, when at Gladstone his old friend, John Bright, propelled a stone, John!
’Twas not his son alone that gave a deep and heartfelt groan, John!
Aye, John! aye John! you can’t yourself deny, John,
That thousands who once loved your name begin to it decry, John;
Whilst those too young your worthy deeds of past years to recall, John,
Already ask in wonderment why it is loved at all, John!
But, stay, John! stay, John! There yet remains a way, John,