Went shrilling, "Hollow! hollow! Forfar! Brigg!
Our small majority shall pass away!
Farewell! There is thine Hampshire rest for thee,
But I am blown about a wandering wind,
And 'Follow! follow! follow!' day and night,
The fighting factions of our army cry
To me—their 'Leader!' And I cannot face
Five ways at once, and it's a beastly bore!
And if I could, how can I get a Bill
Passed by the Lords?"