'Twas—'Shutters up—away!'"
And shall they scorn Meg, Math, and "Ben," &c.
A plague upon St. Stephen's wall,
Where not one cove stood true;
We'll make that Palmerston look small.
For working this 'ere screw:
The Turf you 'ave betrayed, as 'ow
You swear 'er lists shall die;
But 'alf a thousand betting men
Will know the reason why.