To the voters of the east of London town:
"We'll be looking for you there, on waggon No. I.
Near the arch, that's of marble, in the park,"
But he pointed to the door "O tell them that I'm dead;
For cram it! I am not up to the mark,"
A CANTABILE ON MUSIC, ART, AND LAW.
Ho! there, pumps and castanets for three,