For praise or for blame he but little did care,
So long as he filled the Prime Minister’s chair.
And yet, but to see how strangely things happen!
As he chopped away, bowing and smiling as well,
He was ply’d by an Irishman, caught by his blarney,
One known by the name of Charles Stewart Parnell.
And would this Parnell but keep him in power,
He’d banish the clouds that o’er Erin did lower,
Defying old Salisbury, and “Randy” so glib,
E’en though it would cost him full many a fib.