I'd love to see the Bing Boys bingle,
To go to music-halls incog.,
Instead of being posed by PRINGLE
And heckled by the hateful HOGGE.
My appetite is gone; I "pingle"
(As Norfolk puts it) with my prog;
My meals are marred by thoughts of PRINGLE,
My sleep is massacred by HOGGE.
O patriots, with your nerves a-tingle,
With all your righteous souls agog,