We are fools soft of speech, and without any pith,
For we smother our feelings to suit Mr. SMITH.
Time was when a Member who hated the Celt
Might detest him aloud and declare what he felt.
He might use the crisp words which, if lacking in length,
Make up for their shortness by meaning and strength.
But now we all fawn on the Celt and his kith,
While we smother our feelings to suit Mr. SMITH.
So, friends, we must choose a new Leader, and then,
With a Man at our head we shall quit us like men: