Sing a song of Chamberlain, three acres and a cow,
Sent across the herring-pond cannot end the row;
Breaking up his party in a fit of spleen,
Wasn’t that the meanest dodge that any one has seen!
Harty’s turned a Tory, fêted in the City,
Jess and Bright are martyrs—isn’t it a pity?
Goschen’s in the Cabinet, happy with the cash,
Up will come the Radicals, and settle all his hash.
Radix.