Lest I should find myself and staff out of Office some time about the end of the year.
I’ve done nothing so long but stand under the magnificent portico
Of Somerset House, that I don’t know what I should do if I was for to go!
What the electors are at, I can’t make out, upon my soul,
For it’s a law of natur’ that the whig should be atop of the poll.
I’ve had a snug berth of it here for some time, and don’t want to cut the connexion;
But they do say the Whigs must go out, because they’ve NO OTHER ELECTION;
What they mean by that, I don’t know, for ain’t they been electioneering—
That is, they’ve been canvassing, and spouting, and pledging, and ginning, and beering.
Hasn’t Crawford and Pattison, Lyall, Masterman, Wood, and Lord John Russell,