And crowds of Cockneys to the butts can quickly hurry down;
But what are allTown's Cockneys to one solitary Peer?
No; let us snub, snub, snub, snub the British Volunteer!
Your Citizen who wants to play at soldiers need not look
To have his little way as though he were a Royal Dook.
With building-leases—sacred things!—he must not interfere,
So let us snub, snub, snub, snub the British Volunteer!
If he must shoot his annual shoot somewhere, why, let him go
To Pirbright or to Salisbury Plain, or e'en to Jericho.
But out from his loved Wimbledon he'll surely have to clear,—