I can sneer in my nastiest way,
And the Government Benches are mute,
Oh, why do I constantly sit
In this roofless and desolate house?
For the Peers have had “notice to quit,”
And ’tis left to the spider and mouse.
I am out of Democracy’s reach,
My place the political shelf,
Never hear the sweet sound of a speech—
Except those I make to myself.