Mrs. Trollope took a doleful view
Of us, in 1832,
Whose native latitude she knew.
And every time a gentleman spit,
Not being edified a whit,
She made a plaintive note of it.
Her agitation grew so great,
At times she seemed to lie in wait
For somebody to expectorate.
But we, in 1832,
Took a broad, dispassionate view,
And spit whenever we wanted to.
Of us, in 1832,
Whose native latitude she knew.
And every time a gentleman spit,
Not being edified a whit,
She made a plaintive note of it.
Her agitation grew so great,
At times she seemed to lie in wait
For somebody to expectorate.
But we, in 1832,
Took a broad, dispassionate view,
And spit whenever we wanted to.