Who claims by Jingo, his patron Saint, the entry to Paradise!”
The good St. Peter open’d the Gate, but blocking the entry scan’d
The spectacled ghost of a little man, with an infant’s flag in his hand....
“Wot! haven’t you heard of Kiplingson? whose name and fame have spread
As far as the Flag of England waves, and the Tory prints are read?
”I was raised in the lap of Jingo, sir, till I grew to the height of man,
And a wonderful Literary Gent, I emerged upon Hindostan!...
“And rapid as light my glory spread, till thro’ cockaigne it flew,
And I grew the joy of the Cockney cliques, and the pet of the Jingo Jew!
”For the Lord my God was a Cockney Gawd, whose voice was a savage yell,