Whence a “party,” as is nameless,
Looks they say across the land.
I’m a bold and rural Pleceman
Keepin’, as in duty boun’,
Hi’s on all them poachin’ raskles
As infestes Spaldin’ town.
And my hobject is remonstransh
(Which I feel I’m to it drove)
With that ere ’Ome Secertary,
A most harbetary cove.