That "parting's" not "sorrow," but what he'll enjoy.
"Surrender," and "Scuttle," and all the bad terms
Once hurled at "the Shirkers" to roost now return.
Where is the last Jingo? One fancies he squirms
And invokes Ashmead-Bartlett. Could he Jingos spurn,
Do worse—the old Shopman, false W.G.—
Than cry, "Given away with a Pound of Tea?"
Though a bargain's a bargain, and not a bad stroke
When a little good-nature secures a firm friend,
Reciprocity all on one side's a poor joke,