"Rob the poor Workman of his glass of beer!!!"
And can that clap-trap, then, still raise a cheer?
The British Workman has a thirsty throat,
The British Workman also has a Vote,
One will protect the other—if it cares to.
But if he'd close, by vote, the shops such snares to
His tipple-tempted and intemperate throttle
He robs himself of access to the bottle,—
If robbery it's called—'tis not another,
(Who is a swell, with cellars) his poor brother