Then politicians on themselves would find it werry hard.
Vy take the law! It must be owned the road's uncommon black,
By vich they werry often rise to sit upon the sack.
If clean straightforward paths had been the only ones allow'd,
How many chancellors might still have swell'd the briefless crowd!
For dirty vays may often raise a knave that's keen and cool,
Who otherwise might get the sack, but not the sack of wool.
Oh! vot is to become on us, and vither shall we rush?
They tell us that ve mustn't sweep, and yet they bid us brush.
Its vatchful eye on all but us the public kindly keeps,