When they told me repeal was the Unionist goal,
Were they tales of (Stan) hope, or mere stories?
The snare of the Fowler they'd help me to scape
They vowed—on each Lancashire platform.
But Indian Finance their excuse? A poor jape!
I thought they would rise above that form!
Oh, Arthur, oh, Georgie! Reeds broken and rotten
I fear you are both, on reviewing it.
You hinted at taking those duties off cotton,
You don't seem to cotton to doing it!