This is one of the numerous jeux d'esprit in which Macaulay, in his earlier years, indulged at election times. It was written in 1827.
As I sate down to breakfast in state,
At my living of Tithing-cum-Boring,
With Betty beside me to wait,
Came a rap that almost beat the door in.
I laid down my basin of tea,
And Betty ceased spread
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