I’d make a long speech, and I’d bring in a plan,
And prevail on the House to support a new clause
In the very first chapter of Criminal Laws!
But, to guard against getting too nervous or low
(For my speech you’re aware would be then a no-go),
I’d attack, ere I went, some two bottles of Sherry,
And chaunt all the way Row di-dow di-down-derry!11. The exact tune of this interesting song it has not been in our power to discover—it is, however, undoubtedly a truly national melody.
Then having arrived (just to drive down the phlegm),
I’d clear out my throat and pronounce a loud “Hem!”
(So th’ appearance of summer’s preceded by swallows,)