A theft—a blunder—a sham—and a sin,
And sworn that the Lords will never give in.
Gad, ’tis a very fine sight to see
A very fine Aristocracy,
Proud of port and stern of eye,
With a look that says plainly—“Never say die,”
Stemming the tide of Democracy.
The clock strikes “one” and the thing isn’t done.
The Marquis Bobby has munched a bun,
Some aged nobles have “cut and run;”