"Put it at that and make it free
From Austen Chamberlain's taxes,
For the glory withers that used to be
The sole reward of a stout M.P.
As the cost of everything waxes.
"What-not and Coalitionist
Equally crave the shilling
For a pot of beer or an ounce of twist
As they trudge to their homes through the mire and mist
From the long day's lobby-filling.