Classic Poem

I

Johnny W — lks, Johnny W — lks,
Thou greatest of bilks,
How chang'd are the notes you now sing!
Your fam'd Forty-five
Is Prerogative,
And your blasphemy, " God save the King, "
Johnny W — lks,
And your blasphemy, " God save the King. "

II

Jack Ch — ch — ll, Jack Ch — ch — ll,
The town sure you search ill,
Your mob has disgraced all your brags;
When next you draw out
Your hospital rout,
Do, prithee, afford them clean rags,
Jack Ch — ch — ll,
Do, prithee, afford them clean rags.

III

Captain K — th, Captain K — th,
Keep your tongue 'twixt your teeth,
Lest bed-chamber tricks you betray;
And, if teeth you want more,
Why, my bold Commodore, —
You may borrow of Lord G — ll — y,
Captain K — th,
You may borrow of Lord G — ll — y.

IV

Joe M — wb — y, Joe M — wb — y,
Your throat sure must raw be,
In striving to make yourself heard;
But it pleased not the pigs,
Nor the Westminster whigs,
That your knighthood should utter one word,
Joe M — wb — y,
That your knighthood should utter one word.

V

M — ntm — res, — M — ntm — res,
Whom nobody for is,
And for whom we none of us care;
From Dublin you came —
It had been much the same
If your lordship had stayed where you were,
M — ntm — res,
If your lordship had stayed where you were.

VI

Lord O — gl — y, Lord O — gl — y,
You spoke mighty strongly —
Who you are , tho', all people admire!
But I'll let you depart,
For I believe in my heart,
You had rather they did not inquire,
Lord O — gl — y,
You had rather they did not inquire.