Our guffaw oft some stubborn speech has broke,
How jocund did we bring our team afield!
How bow’d the Whips beneath our sturdy stroke!
Let not Refinement mock abuse-ful toil,
Unceasing “jaw,” and ancestry obscure,
Nor Breeding hear, with a disdainful smile,
The sharp and shady annals of “the flure.”
The “cheek” of Harr—n, the rant of Power,
And all that Bunkum, all that stealth e’er gave,
Await alike th’ unenviable hour,