“That Birmingham batch to leaven?”
“Ah, no,” he sadly made reply,
“Not one, while they have Seven!”
“Nay raise your head,” I gently said,
“Let mirth your mourning leaven;
Why, look at Liverpool”—but he
Still moaned “In ‘Brum’ we’ve no M. P.,
While Liberals they have Seven!”
Fun. December 2, 1885.