To bid ruffians reflect before taking the stick up.
All this, my dear Lord, in our tablet's enrolled;
And we'd very respectfully say to your Lordship,
That the tales of your organs had better be told
To those worthies, the resident soldiers on board ship.
For all the Scotch Lords who e'er blessed Duke Argyll,
Pouring out all their spleen by the gallon—Scotch measure,
Could not poison John Bull from his jolly frank smile,
When he says, "Punch, here's Pam!" and Punch says, "John, with pleasure."
[And they drink Lord Palmerston's health.