That, since I’ve become an M.P.,
I must give up the sports that in truth
Make life most worth living to me;
And, heedless what fashion may claim,
In London continue to live;
And the days I’d intended for game,
To Crofters and Irishmen give!
What nonsense it is, I repeat,
That a rich young patrician like me
Should be forced, for the sake of a seat,