Go call my henchmen liel and true:
Call Cranbrook, Carnarvon and ‘canny’ Buccleuch,
And call that fool of a Marlborough, too,
Fetch the rest of the noble crew,
With heads so thick and blood so blue;
And by way of a ‘rat’ and a tit for a tat,
Look up the Grey and the Fortescue;
And even Gladstone shall learn to rue
That with Irish landlords he’d aught to do;”
Then his lordship sighed as he thought of the grouse,