And nothing can bring me relief
Whilst I still with the Unionists stay!
Ah, me! I once said of the Primrose,
’Twas at best but a poor faded flow’r!
But now Primrose Dames are my tyrants,
And threaten my peace to devour.
And instead of the orchid so famous
My buttonhole once used to bear,
’Tis a primrose (of silver enamel)
That now I’m expected to wear!