Humming, hawing, stopping, musing,
Tory rascals all abusing,
Till forced to move away.
But, oh! how alter’d was the whining tone
When, loud-tongued Lyndhurst, that unblushing wight,
His gown across his shoulders flung,
His wig with virgin-powder white,
Made an ear-splitting speech that down to Windsor rung,
The Tories’ call, that Billy Holmes well knew,
The turn-coat Downshire and his Orange crew;