I don't wish to be rude, but I can't understand
What you mean by this singing, oh young Mrs. BRAND!"
"You need not suspect me," the lady replied;
"I care not how flows the electoral tide,
I merely have come down to Wisbech to-day
To sing a few stanzas, trill one little lay.
I am tired of long speeches, Home-Rule I can't stand,
But I do enjoy singing"—quoth young Mrs. BRAND.
So lovely her voice, so bewitching her grace,
Such a treat—or such treating:—did never take place.