For the verdict of the night,
Till the knell of their discomfiture it tolls!
Then they prate of promised votes
With the huskiest of throats,
And they haul their luckless agents o’er the coals;
And they give so many reasons for not having reached their goals,
That we gradually weary of the Polls,
And, perceiving one objection,
To a General Election,
We begin to dread the mention of the Polls,