For ever so long been keeping the Great Metropolis in one alarming bussel?
Ain’t the two first retired into private life—(that’s the genteel for being rejected)?
And what’s more, the last four, strange to say, have all been elected.
Then Finsbury Tom and Mr. Wakley, as wears his hair all over his coat collar,
Hav’n’t they frightened Mr. Tooke, who once said he could beat them Hollar?
Then at Lambeth, ain’t Mr. Baldwin and Mr. Cabbell been both on ‘em bottled
By Mr. D’Eyncourt and Mr. Hawes, who makes soap yellow and mottled!
And hasn’t Sir Benjamin Hall, and the gallant Commodore Napier,
Made such a cabal with Cabbell and Hamilton as would make any chap queer?
Whilst Sankey, who was backed by a Cleave-r for Marrowbone looks cranky,