"Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?"—JUVENAL.
You're off, boys, to Bermuda
(Like "the Bermoothes," "vexed").
The Guards rebel? Proh pudor!
What next—and next—and next?
Who'll guard the Guards, if they guard not
The fame they should revere?
Fie on the row, row, row, row,
Of the British Grenadier!
Your Punch is sorry for you,