Away went Bentinck, neck or nought,
’Gainst every timid Whig;
They little dreamt when he set out
He would run such a rig.
Some Irish members cheer’d him on;
Protectionists and all
Cried out “Go at it, George; well done!”
As loud as they could bawl.
Away went Bentinck, who but he
Could run such pace around?