Grinder, who serenely grindest,
As thou groundest ages back,
Till thou ultimately findest
Legislators on thy track:
Grinder, there is one Jacoby,
There is Lubbock, prince of Barts,
Sternest of Professors: oh be-
Ware of his infernal arts.
Guyer Hunter backed it boldly,
Backed the Bart's oppressive bill:
So did he whose name is Staveley,
And whose other name is Hill.
If they pass their cruel measure,
If the House is true to them,
You must never give us pleasure,
Grinder, after 8 p.m.
When the dawn with rosy finger,
Dissipates the eastern gloom,
You and your machine must linger
Silent in your silent room.
Grinder, if you are not willing,
When invited, to desist,
You must pay your fortieth shilling,
Wretched instrumentalist!
Failing that,—a fate unkinder—
You must languish in a gaol
One laborious fortnight: grinder,
Pray, oh pray that they may fail.